I love the blue shoes.

More often than not, if I can carve out time to go for a run outside, Camille and her blue shoes beg to go along.  And how can I turn them down?  I love it when she comes with me.  I love the stories she tells along the way.  I love watching her looking all around from her seat in the stroller.  I'm trying to love when she demands an answer to a question rightnow as I'm panting up a hill.  :)


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