My new best friends

I always see things from people my age about having a kid and they see who their real friends are and then they chant about being lonely all the time.
See I chose to marry Zak and have these babies with him. We live in a 3 bedroom 3 bathroom home and are gaining financial independence. We don't party, we dont do drugs, we spend our weeks going to the park and grocery shopping and you wanna know what we did tonight?! Organized toys and built a fort. It was SO FREAKING FUN! I also did the dishes, made chicken and potatoes and we sat on the living room floor (even though the dinner table was accessible) and had a picnic dinner.

I Don't "need" friends. I have a life long relationship with 3 people who are great listeners, fun to hang out with, we snuggle and stuff our faces, they don't judge my weight or if my hair is a mess. They could care less if I have cute clothes or if my makeup is done. They're willing to do pretty much anything I wanna do and even if I am grouchy, they still love me regardless. When we fight, its a pretty quick makeup and they will eat nutella and pop corn with me and laugh 10 minutes after crying and yelling at me.

I find an amazing friendship in my small circle. and my Husband and 2 kids are truly the 3 best friends I could ever have.

I Hope that for you Mom's that feel alone and let down by your past, you can find a friendship in your children or your significant other. It can be hard to do but I know we all have had a moment or 2 where we have cried to our children and they have just listened and caught our tears. That to me is a damn good friendship developing.

what I have learned about life

Its crazy how much has happened this past year. We welcomed in our sweet boy in February and he is just growing like a weed. We also celebrated our bubbly Daughter's 3rd birthday.

It fascinates me to see how far Zak and I have come in our lives as well as our marriage. As a child I never thought that marriage really took as much work as it did...I always thought it was just what happened. You get married, have kids and that was that. But no way is it just THAT simple. A marriage requires so much "work" but it requires some "down" time also. You need to enjoy it, not just see it as a habit forming lifestyle cause then what kind of progression are you and your spouse gaining? none. Learning to throw in a few moments everyday for the rest of your marriage, such as a moment to laugh together, a moment to cry together, a moment to yell at each other and a moment to just BE together...these 4 things are what will help your marriage grow. They will help your marriage become more than just a marriage, but being with THE ONE. You can be 50 years old and still not know the full potential of being married to your life long partner, all due to being busy with everyday schedules between you both as well as taking care of your kids...

Now even if you do those 4 things, you can still let time pass and you begin to feel tension between you both, that is when you need to set aside an hour and just re-group with your spouse.

Now mind you, I am definitely not saying my marriage is perfect. Please don't be mistaken...That is one thing that social media is GREAT for, is masking everyone's life if they allow it. Here...let me take a couple of your reading seconds and put MY life TRULY out there.

Everyday, if we put it all together, I spend a good hour (not all at once of course) but yes,a good hour, yelling at our 3 year old...if you didn't see her typical 3 year old attitude, you'd think I was mean.
Me and Zak, bicker ALOT and get on one anothers nerves, our fights have gotten pretty bad at times, from my crazy hormones making me CRAZY to his patients defusing and we yell at each other and have called each other names.
This is life though, nobody has a picture perfect life. Oh and, my house can get DISGUSTING!! Like...I've left dishes in the sink long enough to mold and also...more than not, I make mac and cheese or peanut butter and jelly for dinner....

A couple weeks ago my brother in law said to me regarding messes "Your home isn't messy, you just know how to have fun." I loved it.

But I sure do try to be the molly housewife that I fan over on pinterest or tv or my neighbors.

Life to my readers out there, I don't want you to degrade yourselves as a spouse or parent, it is the efforts we put into loving and caring for our homes and our families that truly matters. Over the years I have had to develop a routine of setting "me" time aside as well, I began to be too consumed in my electronics, in my kids, and in Zak as well as my past callings or jobs, that I forgot to take a minute to myself and read a book or meditate and treat my mind and soul. Which isn't a bad thing to care for your  obligations and be dedicated to completion, but if you don't treat yourself, you can't REALLY treat your spouse and children. "Learn to love yourself so you can fully  love others. - Sonja Mylin"

cutting ties...

Now days, It is so easy to give but even easier to take because most of this world's population has been raised with no respect for others...Manipulation is easy and disregard for feelings is easier.

How do you tell someone who is a big part of your life, that you just need space for awhile? Maybe for forever...even more so how do you tell that to more than one person? Or an even heavier question, how do you tell people who are apart of your everyday life? people who you constantly give so much of yourself to, people that have been apart of you for 22 years of your life...people who you love so dearly but those people dont seem to share the same type of love that you give to them...I think our world has lost their sense of what unconditional love really is...What do you think it is?
I'm doing what I am doing for my kids....I don't want their sense of what a family is, to be confusing. I don't want my babies to think in order to hold a conversation with someone, they have to talk about themselves, I don't want my children to think the world owes them or to think that they have to compete for love and affection.
I don't want to be who I was raised by.
I want my kids to grow into respectful human beings, to not only have respect for their parents, but for others as well. I want them to always love me and know I am here for them day or night, no strings attached...I want them to know true family values and to always be proud of who they are and where they came from and most of all, to know their worth.

This is going to be the hardest decision I truly have ever made and as much as it may hurt others, it will hurt me most because of all I have done and given...I have exhausted every bit of heart I have had for these people...they have exhausted the means I have for them...

I hope for some understanding in my choice.

We are all human beings who face trials. Its who stays by us willingly, and still loves us the same if not more, that matters. The ones who are here for us thru every stage of our lives, the ones who drop everything to hold our hand, the ones who carry our burdens with us so we arent carrying them alone and the ones who suppress our sadness and anger...those are the people we keep close to us. Those are the ones who matter most. But of all the people we meet, of all the people who we speak to and visit...Our spouse and children are who become first.

New addition

Its been awhile.
I have a new baby (well he is 6 months now)
It seems different after having him. Things feel different from when I had
Aumari.
I Had AWFUL post partum depression after I had her and this time I feel happy.
I have more sunshine shining into my home...
I haven't had much contact with those that brought me misery which has been hard
considering the closeness I had with them regardless of the energy they carried.

But this post isn't about that...I wanted to share with you whats been weighing on my
heart lately.
We all have that one song that when we hear it, we have to turn it up and sing with it, right?
Well if you don't, you should find one.
My song would have to be "just keep breathing" by we the kings or "I'm still breathing" by Katy Perry. Those two songs have the word "breathing" in them cause we as humans, forget to focus on our breathing...we need to be more in the moment.
Depression is evil...it grabs hold of you and chokes you...trying to take your ever giving life and drown your spirit.
3 words that give me a reason everyday

Love
Breath
Live

Love with all your heart, physically, mentally, emotionally...just LOVE...but love yourself more than the next person.

Breath in your surroundings, breath in the fresh air outside, breath in the scent of your child, your spouse, your hair.....take it all in.

Live for the moment you're in. Cherish it like a diamond.

When I was 33 weeks pregnant with Treyton I began to have contractions, I was so swollen I felt like I was going to explode like a water balloon. We were in Vegas and I was with my older Sister Sara in the store and she put her hand on my belly and Treyton kicked her and he kicked her hand so hard that I had to take a deep breath cause it was so strong...But it was okay cause this was the first time she was able to see me, the baby of the siblings, her little sister, pregnant with a huge belly and miserable! (I know, weird...) 2 weeks later, after multiple hospital visits, I went into full blown pre-term labor and our sweet boy was born. When he was born he came out not breathing and I was so scared he wasn't going to make it, I whispered over and over again "breath. Treyton, breath."
He gave his first breath 10 minutes after being born and the nurses breathing for him. My son gave life. I loved; I grew love for him, for my dr, for the nurses, for the nicu dr's, for the many friends who came to visit and for my Husband who seems to lose sleep constantly for this family of ours.


I am alive, my baby is alive. We are breathing. It amazes me what miracles can happen for us who feel so undeserving. Zak was there every second making sure we were okay. We didn't sleep for 3 days. Let me tell you, it is so awful to go home without your child btw...He stayed in the Nicu for 5 days and it was such an emotional week. The night I had him, it was my friends birthday and we were supposed to go to dinner to celebrate and instead, I went into the hospital and had my baby (Happy Birthday to my sweet girl, Cheyann.) She was at my side the whole two weeks I was in pain and was at the hospital experiencing the miracle of life with me and was there for me every second and when people hear that they wonder why I allowed her there with only knowing her less than a year, but I honestly wouldn't have wanted anyone else there.

Friendship is such an amazing bond. I can honestly say I have 3 friends who I wouldn't ever doubt being here for me. Friendships that mean so much to me...They're on that family level and I think we all need that in our lives. I come from a very hard background...But I have learned to take the good out of it and grow from it. Its helped me throughout my adult years and has helped me as a Wife and as a Mother...Now I know I am not perfect by all means I am not, But I am unique, my experiences have helped me mature into who I am today and having someone who loves and accepts us for who we are, is what helps me be strong for my kids...for my Husband even.

Having another child has been such a new experience for me, way different than just being a teenage mother with Aumari. Bringing Treyton into this world was full of so much doubt and sacrifice, it was honestly the hardest most terrifying thing I have ever done...But here I am 6 months after giving birth to him and losing my patience alongside losing sleep. Aumari was so easy compared to Treyton cause from day 1 she slept 14 hours a night with dream feeding and she would wake up with a new tooth without a sign of pain; Now Treyton sleeps for 2 hours and wakes up to eat and has been drooling and biting and grouchy for almost a month now, but he's here. He is happy. He is healthy and he is here!!!
If I can teach anything out of this post of experiences it would be to just live in the moment and always remember to breath through the tuff times. Theirs a reason for everything. Their really is a reason for anything good or bad that happens.

With Love. Liz.

                                                      I love the relationship between these 2

                                                     I was extremely swollen from the diabetes

                                                            They got  him to take his first breath
                                            and weighed and measured him then the 24hour oxygen mask
   

                                                  getting blood for testing and inserting the IV

                                          First look right after his mask came off the next night

                         Aunt Kim (credit to her for the photos) she put the right quote for our experience

2 weeks after having him. So happy!

                                                          The Flammer Family of 4!

Young Love

I remember the first time I saw him. I remember every detail...How he stood, the sound of his voice, exactly what he was wearing and the way he smelled. I remember the way he looked at me and I remember the way I felt.

His Sister took me to go dancing and I lost my wallet that had my ID in it and so instead of going dancing, we went to meet her Brothers and go to dinner with them. We stopped to go see them and when he walked out of his bedroom, my heart skipped and I am pretty sure time stood still in that moment.
I remember being so nervous that-that whole evening I made a fool out of myself (when I am nervous, I am stupid...literally).
He took my ring off before I left and said that it would be an excuse to see him again.
The very next day me and my fiancee broke up and it was a pretty bad break up and somehow my friends Brother ended up finding out and he texted me to ask me out to dinner and I said yes.

I remember when he came to pick me up for dinner...I met him out in the parking lot of the apartment complex I was staying at and there he stood waiting to open the car door for me.

Fate.

I call it fate that him and I ended up together. The way my life happened was surely a preparation to end up with this man. Here we are 3 years later with a 2 year old daughter and a little boy on the way.
We've been sealed in the LDS Brigham City, UT. Temple and he's currently enrolled in school with his major being computer science. We live in Logan, UT in a 3 bedroom 2 1/2 bathroom town home and we have had our fair share of trials but the love we have is so immensely strong.

I was 18 when we met and I was in a very bad spot in my life. He is my hero. Because of him I have grown and become someone I never ever thought I would be. We fit one another so well.
Still to this day, he kisses me every hour. He takes such good care of me and his daughter. He works so hard to make sure we have all we need. Now that we have moved into this new place I have been able to find some happiness that I dont think I had the first year and a half of being a new Mom. I went thru a pretty bad depression and wasn't able to show Him my appreciation very well. Our house was so dark and always messy and our Daughter didn't laugh as much as she does now.
Living here, our home is always clean and I always cook (pregnancy definitely encourages me to cook) but I feel happy and healthy now. Theirs so much open space here and we laugh all the time. We do so many things together as a family and I can see our Daughter blossoming better here.

I owe so much of myself to his Sister. She doesn't realize what she has done for me. Because of her I have all I could dream of. Because of her, I have Him.

Zak makes all my dreams come true. His Family is so amazing and they have helped me understand so much of myself. Zak has brought out so much good in me that I never thought I had.

I am 21 and have all I could ask for. I dream my Daughter marries a Man like her Daddy and that our Son is a man to his Wife like His Daddy is to me. 

How to tell your two year old "No"

This is my sweet 2 year old. She is the funnest, most outgoing and very energetic, little human being I have ever met in my life!



I know, you're probably laughing hysterically at the title of this thinking "theirs no way!" but in reality, their is so a way!

Being the Mom of a two year old who just turned two a week ago, I feel like I am becoming a pro at this! (hahaha NOT)
Every morning around 8:00am I wake up without hesitation to "Mommy, uh oh!" and it seems to turn out that something disastrous has happened within the 10 feet between her room and ours. So as I slowly work my 6 month pregnant fat self out of my high off the floor bed, groggy as can be, sure enough I find someTHING to clean up. Now that right there is how my day starts.

By 10:00am I have fed her and I am usually sitting on the couch drinking a cup of warm tea with honey and I am catching up on my favorite talk show (Ellen) and she is off coloring or playing with her ponies or her new massive mini kitchen she got from her Grandparents (which that is a whole other story right there!) and thats when I hear, "Mommy, HELP!!" and I usually find her stuck in a predicament that I don't think I have or could ever be in, such as stacking toys up to reach the counter and dump out the whole canister of flower and not knowing how to get down, or be standing in the toilet washing off the stuffed animal that is covered in yogurt and not knowing how to get her foot out of the hole where everything goes down into....I slowly am gaining a good gag reflex by the way. And the many times I tell her "Aumari, NOOOO please don't do this again!" sure enough....it will happen about 3 more times before she moves onto the next test of her abilities like climbing onto the washer and dumping out the gigantic (heavy for me to even lift) clothing soap and mixing her sippy cup of water with what is all over her and the top of the washing machine because it makes "BUBBBBBLES!!!!!!!!"

So after the 1 or 2 morning baths that happen, she is finally ready for nap time and SO AM I!
So by 1:00pm we both go to bed for an hour or 2 and I hear her knocking on her bedroom door yelling "Mama! I awake!!" So I get up and open her door to find her nakedness pushing herself past me to break free from her stinky room....Yeah...You read that right....Stinky everywhere! Her poopy diaper is off and she wont have it any other way but off her bottom, so she takes her pants and her diaper off and ever so kindly keeps it in a corner for me to gather up later...Mind you, her diaper isnt rolled up like we as parents do, its wide open and her pants that she took off, are sitting right ONTOP of her diaper...and I whine and wimper loudly "Aumari, why??? please don't do this again!!! Its a NO NO!!" while my eyes are watering from the awful smell...

4:00pm we head off to go run errands and usually its a stop at the store or to pick Daddy up from work...Aumari HATES her car seat with a passion. I assume its from the much traveling we did when she was a baby. So by the time we reach our destination, even if its 5 minutes from the house, she's so ready to make a break for it, which results in a sudden dart away from me in the parking lot and me yelling "No! Please stop! Come back! You're gonna kill us both!!" and she laughs because she thinks its a game....I would carry her into the store but, I am unable to lift her fat (healthy!) toosh up.
 So we get inside the store and I manage to hold her hand and she wants everything colorful in sight! Usually a balloon or sucker or gigantic stuffed panda bear (which her Dad eventually caved in and bought for her even when I protested)
and I say "no, not this time, maybe next time, k?" and BAM! Thats when it happens...the moment you've all been waiting for! THE WORLD IS ENDING!

How do I handle it? well I usually smile and leave and wish for better luck next time and usually walk out of the store till Daddy can come with us.

So now it is Dinner Time 6:30pm....
Have you ever been so proud of a meal thinking "This is it! I know this time my kid will definitely eat it! She will totally love it and hopefully want more!!!"....No? well I do and I seriously will spend a good hour in the kitchen preparing the meal and making it look all fun and I'll totally yell into the next room "Aumari! Mommy made you the best 'nom noms' ever! are you ready?!" and she'll squeel back "Yeah!!!" and come running into the kitchen with the biggest smile ever on her face and start jumping up and down excited! So I sit her up to the table and I get her some juice and sit her plate and silverware down and I excitedly say "looooook!!!! TADA!!!"......and so she shakes her head no and tells me "No" and climbs down from the table.....and the water works from me begin....

Now I don't force feed her or make her something else because if she is hungry enough, she will eat and if not, well she'll make up for it at the next meal/snack time. 

Then comes bed time...My most FAVORITE time of day....Not cause of the sleep itself, though.
So it takes about an hour to actually get her to sleep. She throws a fit, or sometimes just cries or other times goes straight to bed, no fighting or anything. But I think the best thing she does, is asking me to lay down next to her; and when I do, she closes her eyes and just like that...she's asleep.

Its in that moment that I realize that she is worth the craziness. You actually really can't tell your child "No". They're learning...I'm learning, we all are. Asking nicely for them to not do something or explaining to them why they can't, is really the easiest way to teach them. I struggle so much in remembering to not say "no", I mean come on, no parent knows how to do everything perfectly. Even if you're on your 14th kid (like the Duggar Mom) you still are learning the best way to teach them and still having them love you and respect you as their parent. I Wish I could know how to do everything just right but I don't and probably never will. But its so fun in learning how to be with her. How exactly she needs me to be so that she can know the right way to do thing's. I am glad she gets into stuff and makes messes, I am glad that she tries all these new things because it helps her gain experience in life just like I did. I've also learned that asking, rather than telling her...really goes a long way. Asking her to hand me the butter knife rather than telling her to give it to me followed by an explanation as to why she can't have it or touch it, really really does work!!!

I Certainly have my fair share of breakdowns, more so lately and usually right along side with her. But at the end of the day I know that this is me and her making a team effort to understand each other.

"Aumari, please love me still, even after I get so upset with you that you kick me."

Good Luck, Mom's out there! We all rock even when we don't do something the right way. We are all still learning.






Oh and one last thing, about the play kitchen, she LOVES IT!!! So much that I find real food out of my fridge (uncooked bacon in her fake toaster, shredded cheese in her dishes and dry milk in her cups...) all because she was trying to cook. Yeah...Its so fun.

The day my life changed forever

So it all started in December 28th...the day me and my Husband Zak decided we were both going to start school together. Endure the next step in our lives together...we had no clue the challenges that laid ahead of us but we know that we could tackle anything because we felt we had tackled the worst of it all, already.
January 21st was the day we both began. He started at Stevens Henager studying computer science and software development. I started at Maximum Tech School of Cosmetology. (Now The Paul Mitchell)
It started off amazing. A Dream come true to be honest, life was so good that we both were on a lifestyle change ultimate high. He was working his full time job at YESCO and going to school full time and I was going to school full time. Bills were paid and Aumari was taken care of. I was at school from 8:30am-5pm and he was home with her in those hours and when I got home, he left for school at 5:20pm-10pm and that was Tuesday-Saturday for me and school days for him were Monday-Thursday and him working Friday, Saturday and Sunday 4:30pm-6am....Are you confused yet?

Yeah it was crazy....

I got caught up in "school life" that I didn't want to deal with home life because I was just so sad...I was seriously so unhappy with everything around me. I had some personal issues that I hadn't taken care of that I was getting sucked back into my dark place but trying to hide it from everyone.

My Depression started to come back mid February when I got home from school and Zak had told me Aumari cried that whole day for me...From noon till 5 when I walked thru the door and she had been screaming "mama" and he wasn't able to get his homework done and she had snot running down her shirt, her face was red as an apple and she was running a fever....Zak failed his class that module because he was taking care of baby while I was away and couldn't get his work done. Not once did he complain. In fact he was so supportive that he without saying but in actions was showing that he would rather fail for me to succeed....True Love, right?

Now if you know me or my husband or my child, even...you know how happy we are. Even when we are upset, we are so easy to please by just a smile. My Child has never gone an hour without smiling or laughing and when I started school I watched my 1 year old become a stranger. I watched my marriage to my husband crumble...and I myself became someone else.

On February 18th Zak sent me this picture

It came with the caption "I think her lack of sleep is catching up to her"

When I got home my poor baby was so weak and tired I thought to myself "wow she really is tired"

as I put her in her car seat to take her Daddy to work I noticed she was cold so I grabbed a blanket and put it on her. She didn't have socks on, just sandals and the weather wasn't winter but it was sunny with a cold wind that had a bite to it. (if that makes sense)  As I am driving my Husband to work I hear a gurgling sound and I look in my rear view mirror as my baby is limped over in her car seat, with blue lips and her eyes are rolling in the back of her head and she has droll just pouring out of her mouth. My immediate reaction is to yell at Zak that our child is dying and as I am sobbing and screaming and pulling our car over Zak is jumping out of the car before its even stopped and he is pulling her out of her car seat. He tells me she is burning up and to drive to the hospital and I can barely even comprehend whats going on because I am screaming "save my baby. Please Zak just save my baby" I could barely drive and was swerving all over the road that he had to punch me in the arm. I immediately call my father in law who is an ER Dr. and I handed the phone to Zak and he right away knew what was wrong with her. Aumari was suffering a  febrile seizure, also known as a fever fit or febrile convulsion, is a convulsion associated with a significant rise in body temperature. They most commonly occur in children between the ages of 6 months and 5 years of age.

As we are pulling into the Hospital I drop Zak and Aumari off at the emergency room door and go park. I walk into the hospital and the receptionist tells me where to go. As I walk to the back my daughter is having a catheter put in and has an IV in her arm and they're getting ready to perform an X-ray on her...my immediate words out of my mouth are "what the hell are you doing to my baby?!" "please give me my baby back" as I am writing this I am breaking into tears...its hard to replay this in my head because I feel my heart just crushing because well, what parent wants this to happen to their child???

No parent should have to deal with this. No matter how minor or awful the problem, we as parents should not see our children with this many hands on them.

My Daughter Aumari is my whole life, and from the very moment she was born, she has been will power to survive. Seeing her this way was a living nightmare. I felt my insides dying with her.

 

My Mind is going many places as I have this lady asking me about Aumari's health history...my baby is a BABY....the only health "problems" she has had is ear infections and they put tubes in her ears and she has been perfect ever since...I was getting mad and impatient with this lady and told her to "shut up" when I really shouldn't have, but I just wanted my baby to wake up. She had gone unconscious and when they got her back awake she was a zombie...she couldn't even hold her arm up and when I held her, she was just heavy...she couldn't pick her head up and she was just staring at a wall, her eyes had no life in them.

 

When the Dr Came back to tell us what the test's results were it was exactly what my Father in law had said. He also noted that the reason she wasn't breathing was because her air way was getting cut off by her car seat strap... (head limped over with the strap pressed up against her neck) she was choking herself unintentionally.

 

 

About 2 hours later my Husband and his Brother had given Aumari a blessing and that moment when they took their hands off her head my baby was able to sit up and eat gold fish crackers and drink juice....a true Testimony of the Lord before my eyes...

Because Aumari wasn't dressed for the cold weather, the cold spiked her mild fever up to 105 which is the temperature of when it begins to kill your brain...My baby was dying...

She had an upper respiratory infection which I didn't know about because I was so busy with school that I didn't spend enough time taking care of and paying attention to my child. I was more concerned with other things...Zak had no clue she was sick, we both thought she was having separation anxiety...

 

Here we are now, in June. I decided to be a beauty school drop out and be a mommy instead. I have been dealing with some personal health stuff and I would rather just be home with my family instead. School is definitely meant for others, I loved beauty school honestly. I loved putting a smile on my guest's faces when I finished their hair. I loved some of the friendships I made and I absolutely loved my teachers/learning leaders. But in the time I WAS at school, I learned how important my family truly is. I would rather fail for my Husband and Daughter to succeed. I would rather be home and teach my Daughter her ABC's and how to go potty on the big girl toilet. Yes beauty school is only a year but so much can happen in a just one minute.

 

I learned a lot about myself. I went thru numerous trials in such a short amount of time. No no no this isn't a pity party for myself but it is a learning experience. Its a whole bunch of bad times that have evolved into one big good time. The good time I am speaking of is the moment when I learned that my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ accepts me for my worst and still will watch over me and my family even when I make stupid choices...I am so grateful for the time I had at Maximum, I am grateful for the few people who were there to help me out when I struggled. And I am even grateful for the girls I didn't get along with, because of them I learned my strengths and my weaknesses. I wont be going back to school. I'll be home helping Zak go to school.

 

Hurrah for Israel (as my Sister on a mission always says)

Hurrah for Israel, friends!

 

Life really is a learning experience. Yes we do make bad choices and mistakes but should turn them into learning experiences and not dwell on them.

I learned that the Lord is #1. That I should live everyday as if it were the last. I learned my Husband needs me...even when he says he doesn't, he really does. I also learned that socks are important. As silly as that sounds, socks save a life. I actually want to start a sock awareness this winter and get sock donations for low income families. Thoughts?

Anyways, until next time! <3