I wanted to take this picture because our Crocs matched our Brumates (unintentionally, believe it or not ) + I thought it was funny.
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I handed the phone to Jason’s cousin and said, “just take the picture”, because I’ve found that sometimes, women who don’t have cellulite don’t know how to take pictures of women who do.
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It sounds silly, but it’s happened to me more times than you’d think. People take the picture and then hand me the phone waiting for approval because they’re not sure if I’ll be happy with it. I can’t really blame them, I’m sure I’d do the same in their shoes.
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I think a lot of moms are guilty of being behind the camera and not in front of it because it can be really easy to be critical of ourselves. But I can’t fathom Jason and the kids not having pictures of or with me if something happened to me.
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I didn’t even see this picture for a few days, because I haven’t been on my phone much. But I saw it just now on the drive home and I stopped mid scroll. There were several pictures in this series, but this one is my favorite and makes me SO happy. It captures this stage of my life so well:
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Loving the body God gave me that allowed me to carry three beautiful babies. Teaching a daughter to love hers too. Wearing Crocs, outrageous 1990s sunglasses, and apparently matching my shoes to my beverages. Spending a lot of my day laughing at how ridiculous my husband is + being thankful for his love.
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Life is short. Make the memories. Wear the Crocs (and the sunscreen). Drink the White Claw, but also drink water. And take the damn picture ✌🏼
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