The sun shone down from the sky and the skies were my favourite shade of buttercup blue. The air was brisk and a cold wind rustled the leaves on our olive tree.
If there wasn't a smile on my face, you could almost certainly see my heart beaming with pride.
I watch my 3 year old as she climbed into the stroller all snuggly in her winter parka, with
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