I lay in bed at night, sweat running down my body. I can't move because it will cause me to sweat even more. Every once in a while, either myself, my brother or my daughter yells out - "It's hot!".
As I write this post, I feel as though I've been swimming. My hair, clothes and every part of my body is just wet! When a breeze goes by - ahhhh, so nice!
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Hi Andrea, we met in Guadalajara, Mexico a while ago when all this was just a plan. I´ve kept track of you and Summer with Kelly and feel jealous (good jealous) and proud. Montessori doesn´t know boundaries and you are prove of this. We are now breaking some preconcieved ideas by mixing montessori and homeschooling IN MEXICO. Nothing to compare with what you are doing but a tiny grain of sand. Sincerilly, Pilar.
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