Hot Cocoa

As a mother there are a million different memories I hope I can store for those days when my little ones have all left the house.  Many of those memories are wrapped up in their little differences.

The way they can be so much alike and yet do the same little things so very differently.

The mess, or lack thereof...

...the one that eats the "smarshmellows" and the one that doesn't.

The cheesy grins...oh, those I'll remember I know.

These looks I'll put away and hold on to...

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