She missed the shot, but we clapped and hollered anyways.

I’d always loved her honey eyes. She passed them on to Liz and I couldn’t be happier about it. We always joked about who the kids looked more like but I secretly agreed they looked like her, and there wasn’t a more beautiful person for them to resemble. Lucky kids—they have a kickass mom. 

HONEY EYES BY LAUREN JOHNSTON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 65

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