Her curls blowing in the wind and how she could care less. Plus her love for princesses.
His "catching bad guys" face. The way he runs and jumps to defeat the ultimate bad guy.
The face he makes when I have to chase him down for a picture.
The way he chooses to wear his boots. Always on the outside of his pants.
Her tiny dirty feet from refusing to wear shoes.
The way her hair falls in her face because she would not let you put it up. Cant help but love her stubbornness.
How both of her feet fit on her scooter and having to push her because she cant go fast enough on her own.
I never want to forget how we got to play outside in January in Arkansas.
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