Buddy's Mom2015 〈2026 Release〉

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Go hug your "Buddy." And take the photo. Even the messy one. Especially the messy one. buddy's mom2015

But looking at that photo now, eight years later, I see it differently. The file name, auto-generated by my old phone,

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know that 2015 was the year of the sippy cups, the year of the endless puffs snack, and the year my son—my little "Buddy"—was three years old. Three is a magic, chaotic age. It’s the year they stop being toddlers and start becoming little people. It’s the year of the "why" phase, the tantrum in the grocery store checkout line, and the first time they say "I love you" without being prompted. Especially the messy one

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So keep the messy bun. Keep the stained shorts. Keep kneeling on that rug. You aren't just "Buddy's Mom." You are his whole sky.