A Friday in August.

There’s something extra special about a man that brings you coffee in bed every morning.
Also, how is it even physiologically possible for this baby to wedge her foot OVER my ribcage?
Carpet is currently being professionally cleaned in the whole house for the baby’s arrival, and rain clouds are rolling in. Never fails! I’m not meant to live in a house that isn’t decorated with muddy clay pawprints.

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