My Loves

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I love these kids.

Roman tells me he loves me like twenty times a day.

He's an "I love you mommy!" Ninja.

Loralie glows when I come to her class to volunteer.  I went today and was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of girls who told me they liked my hair, lipstick, shirt, and fingernails.  Loralie proudly claimed me as her Mom.

We've had an interesting week with some very high highs (I got an offer from a literary agent) and some very low lows (vomit).  But I wouldn't want to travel through any of it without my precious people.

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