I'm sick of numbers. They are so definite, and absolute. I did our taxes this year. I'm sick of numbers. My identity is defined by eight little numbers. My worth is defined by the numbers in the bank. My beauty is defined by numbers on a scale. My intelligence determined by a number on a test. My location is in numbers. I connect with others through seven digits.
I don't want to be a number. But if I must, I want to be the one who determines them. I am wife to 1. Mother to 3. Daughter to 2. Granddaughter to 6. Sister to 5. Daughter- in- law to 2. Sister- in- law to 8. Aunt to 17. Cousin to a multitude and friend to many.
I love those numbers. Those are the ones that matter. The ones that I want to define myself by.
I am NOT just a number, I am annie.
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You are my favorite! I loved this I may put it in my fridge! Love you! PS Still fat...no baby!
Amen Sister! i love it and you are just such a cutie.
LOVE YOU!!!!... although I am doing P90X (get ripped in 90 days)so the number on the scale ISN'T so daunting :) LOVES
Hey Annie! Great post. I agree! Hope all is well:)
I hope this helps...you and Trevor and your family are like my number one favorite cousins!! I just love you all to death!
don't forget 1, friend of Becky. How are you sister?!?
well done sister!!! i love that!
and i love YOU!!!!!!!
I haven't "blogged" in awhile, but I must comment. This is profound! I love it. We really need to see each other; I just don't no when. Also congrats to Matt and his baby does look so much like him!-Heather
You ARE Annie and I love it!!! You make me smile and are an important number in my life!!! Love you! (We need to catch up soon!!)
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