7.20.2011

The worst part

The worst part of any trip to california is saying goodbye to a certain little girl. Maybe it will get easier one day, but I kind of doubt it. I still feel as though my heart is being ripped out as I see her drive away.

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  1. I totally feel your pain. I remember when I was visiting in utah one christmas a few years ago. My sister had a 4 month old baby that was the fattest ever (which is the best in my book). He was so cute, and I cried as I drove away because I knew I would never see him again. You know, they grow up too fast and all that. The next time I saw him he looked different. The cutest fattest baby was lost forever:( Not to be too depressing or anything:)

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