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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