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Me @ my mututals

Bobby lives the life of the unexpected. He lives the life of both Miracles and tragedies, has seen what type of magic and consequences a firefighter can both work and cause; he wouldn’t trade any of it for anything though...well, almost anything.

Bobby loves his job as a firefighter, he loves going out into the unknown everyday and getting to help families stay with each other, especially after he couldn’t keep his own family together in the end. Los Angeles was exactly the type of clean fresh air he needed to restart his life after living under a constant dark cloud for years. He can feel it even all this time later as he sits at the dinner table surrounded by something he never thought he would have again—a family, his family.

Bobby got a second chance to be married to another amazing woman and have kids running around the yard as he chased after them, and while it could never replace his life back in Minnesota, he is still grateful every single day for it. Really he should have had this life with his wife before and his own kids, and it will always be a mystery on why god caused him the pain he did, still does, because while he has a new life with a bunch of people he loves and who love him, it will never quite get rid of the gaping hole in his heart.

“What’s happening Maddie? Where are mom and dad?”

He looked up at her with tears in his eyes, and Maddie felt her own eyes burn for her little brother’s sake. She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t even begin to explain what was going on, but she has a sneaking suspicion now that the women sitting down and watching them did. So she turned, wrapping her arms around Buck from the back to keep him close, and eyes them. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” That language probably isn’t the best, actually it was pretty PG compared to what she could have used, but they deserved to know why their parents have suddenly seemed to disappear off the face of the earth.

“Maddie, Buck, Margaret and Phillip Buckley, your mom and dad, they aren’t your real parents.”

put in the tags the first thing that comes up when u type “i am,” “i’m not,” “i love,” “i hate,” and “i wish”

Decided to post a picture of my grandpa and me from when I was younger, and one of him being the goofball he was lol. Just because. ❤️