We're done.
11 months and 4 days. Done.
11 months and 4 days. Done.
Padabure. Padabure. Kick ball change. Jazz hands. Jazz hands. Jiggity Jig.
If I ever ran longer than 2 miles at once, I'd eloquently relate this to the end of a race and how there's all that overwhelming distance facing you at the beginning and all those painful times you don't think you're ever, ever going to finish. But I don't run so I'm just assuming it's something like that.
As with all things, there is always an end.
And we finally got there.
The end.
Like. You're a strong lady!
ReplyDeleteHurray! I am so happy for you guys!
ReplyDeleteI think the "jazz hands" really summed it up. No runners analogy even necessary!
ReplyDeleteSo happy you are all together! Just a little while left before your family gets bigger! yay!
Sydney: Hmm, I wonder how I would look in this color?
ReplyDeleteYay! I'm happy you're all together again!
ReplyDeleteYAY!
ReplyDeleteI have never seen anyone 'write' a dance. What a great way to express how happy you are! It was awesome to see Jericho get up to say the prayer last sunday. I have only seen him in photos (mostly) so it was kind of like seeing a rock star. I seriously had to stop myself from shouting "Hey, that's JERICHO!!"
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