Tuesday, May 3, 2011


I love to watch The Taz run. I always have. There's something about the way she bobs, with her elbows sticking out and back, and her hair flapping in the wind she's created. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in watching her run, I forget that I'm supposed to be "parenting" and telling her to slow down. Sometimes people get knocked over. Sometimes she takes a digger, a face plant or just plain runs into a wall. I can no more stop her from running than I can from enjoying it when she does. C'est la vie my sweet runner.

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