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Dear diary, today Mama had a little bit of everything. This Sunday began with a lovely morning spent with the little ones. A few of them wanted to step out and enjoy some fresh air, so Mama happily took them along for a little morning outing. We started by picking out some beautiful new flowers to bring home, then took our time strolling around the neighborhood. Somewhere along the way, we came across a sweet little dog and naturally had to stop for a while. Before heading home, we spent some time cycling together, making the morning feel all the more memorable.

Once my morning with the little ones came to an end, it was time for a little date with their Papa. We went out for lunch and took our time catching up, sharing stories about our days and enjoying a little time together away from our usual family routine. There is something special about being able to sit down with your partner and simply reconnect over a good meal. After we came home, my sister, had another plan waiting for Mama. She immediately invited me to bake cookies with her, and of course, I couldn't say no. So our kitchen became the next stop of the day, filled with flour, cookie dough, and another lovely moment to share. From a morning spent outdoors with the children, to lunch with my husband, and finally baking cookies with their Nty, this Sunday carried a little bit of everything I love about being a Mama. A full day, a happy heart, and plenty of moments I’ll be glad to remember.
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     TO THE BLURRED ‘& BEAUTIFUL SOUL,
                   PARK SOOYOUNG.. 闇の光.

     Turns, 30: Time That Strange And
     Nameless Architect Of Longing,
     Seems To Loop And Linger In Your
     Presence, Hesitant To Touch A Spirit
     That Glows With Such An Eerie, Nostalgic
     Radiance.
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We,  Raise  A  Glass  To  Your  Enduring  Shadow  And  The  Most Buried  Echoes  Of  Your  Heart With  A  Toast  To  You..
                                             /
“Let The Vintage Of Forgotten Dreams Flow, May This Dawn Be But The Liminal Prologue To A Year Of Unparalleled Wonder, Felt In The Pulse Of The Stars And Seen In The Corridors Of A Dream, And May The Invisible Hands Of Fate Weave Only Threads Of Shimmering Haze Into The Velvet Tapestry Of Your Existence.”

        THE  STILLNESS  O’  THE  OBSIDIAN
                          NIGHT,  YELTSIN.