"Find the level of intolerance you can tolerate and stay there." -David Horton, Ultra-marathon runner
When Peanut did this all on her own one day as a baby, my heart melted:
That, my friends, is photo proof of why you don't sweat putting stuff away as soon as you get home. If I didn't forget about my sneakers after just kicking them off and leaving them by the stairs after my run that day, this spontaneous toddler deliciousness never would have happened. (Speaking of deliciousness, she'd even stopped scarfing down that box of Annie's chocolate bunnies to try on my size 13s.) In that moment, I secretly dreamed of a day where Peanut and I would wake up early on the weekends and go running together. I dreamed of her eventually beating me. Of her forcing herself to slow down so I could keep up, but not say anything to spare my feelings. It would be one of our things. Just us.
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When Peanut did this all on her own one day as a baby, my heart melted:
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| Couldn't you just eat her? Look at that face. |
