I don’t feel weepy today. I’m pumped for these two remarkable kids of mine. Parker and Bailey, you are capable, you are kind, and the opportunities that you create for yourselves are limitless. Go get ‘em, tigers.
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I’ve been sitting here, fingers anxiously hovering over the keyboard, trying to come up with a way to weave words together that can even begin to describe the love I have for this child. It’s just not working. The words that Bailey Boles inspires are powerful and evocative…adjectives like precious, sparkling, tenderly empathetic, and…
Twelve years old. Middle school. PBO, it’s safe to say, shit suddenly got real. When I was twelve, homework wasn’t as effortless anymore, I kept my bedroom door shut more often than I kept it open, my parents got divorced, and I felt certain that the turquoise eyeliner I swiped from my mom’s makeup drawer…