My Bella came trotting down the hall wearing the shoes I wore for the day. There is a particular sound a shoe on a wooden floor makes when it is too big. She thinks it’s fun. I think it’s sorta funny. Until I think deeper. Parts of her life will be a direct reflection of how she has seen me live my life. There will some behaviors she will carry on into her own life without a thought. Others because she has thought about them and she wants to make them her own. Sadly, there will also be portions of my life that she will purposefully not make a part of her life. Thinking of her like this makes me want to be a better person.

 

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