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rammus9090
RammusOP :
Brad takes bubble baths to unwind after work
2023-02-21 17:36:44
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42romeo
42Romeo :
Brad told me today is the day 😬
2023-02-21 17:49:22
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roryfriel
Rory Friel :
It’s probably ur ear spam of a voice and ur annoying rants
2023-02-21 17:16:08
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touyaelb0
Touyaelb :
Brad needs to be careful
2023-02-21 17:07:50
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sticky_mick
Sticky Mick :
Your videos
2023-02-22 03:18:18
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castillotheroman
Castillo :
Brad wears diapers and does the child pose in his free time
2023-02-21 17:31:02
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kaylamoon42
Kayla Moon :
Yes sis👏🏼👏🏼
2023-02-21 18:21:06
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armanirose.1
Armani rose :
😂😂😂😂
2023-02-21 17:10:30
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He learned to not answer bc his other women hit him
2023-02-21 17:18:22
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bagari11
Life is Beautiful :
We love her. Right?
2023-02-21 18:02:14
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gr3333
Gree3 :
Aboot
2023-02-21 17:07:14
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janesa.gordeyyy
janesa gordey :
@Ryan! HA
2023-02-22 07:18:26
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deltapapa02
DeltaTango.22 :
He has one, for sure.
2023-02-22 07:16:49
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mariaaseeb
Mariaa :
@kaiden.jutba26 me
2023-02-22 02:06:56
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lolliegma
lolliegma :
❤❤❤
2023-02-21 17:42:10
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dinesh1996sahu
Dinesh Sahu :
Wait is that what you’re supposed to say???
2023-02-22 02:48:39
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nowayman181
Yaaaa :
Whatever Waldo
2023-02-22 01:13:13
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noodle :
Have you ever seen brad cry
2023-03-08 17:03:47
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To My Son, Jackson Andrew Lawrence 💗 Two Years of You I was born to be a mother. But not just any mother, yours. I felt it deep in my bones, long before you took your first breath, long before I knew your name. Even as a little girl, I dreamed of these exact days. But dreams don’t come wrapped in ease. No one tells you that motherhood can be both a healing and a breaking a becoming and an unraveling, all in the same breath. Two years in, And this is the most beautiful, bone-tired, soul-stretching thing I have ever done. Loving you comes naturally. It’s the world outside of us, the roles, the pressures, the expectations that have been the real battle. No one tells you that in these first two years: ✨ Your marriage might feel like survival mode. ✨ You’ll wonder if your calling still fits who you are. ✨ You’ll return to your “pre-baby” body, only to feel like a stranger inside it. ✨ The business you bled for might fall apart and you'll rebuild it, brick by brick. And yet, despite it all, or maybe because of it… I wouldn’t trade a moment. Because in the chaos, you’ve taught me more than any parenting book i've ever read. 💗 You taught me how to listen; really listen, not to respond, but to understand first. (Your dad thanks you for that one, too.) 💗 You taught me the sacred rhythm of slow mornings and slower nights. No rush. No hustle. Just ritual, routine, and presence. 💗 You reminded me that work can wait, but your laugh, your wonder, your growing… that won't. 💗 You showed me how to play again. How to laugh with my whole body. How to get messy and loud and perfectly imperfect. Your wild spirit is my favorite thing about you. Jackson, I love being your “Ma” I love the lessons, the messes, the magic. I love the woman you’ve helped me become. And I wouldn't change a thing. Not one. Here’s to the next chapter; of growing together as a family, of learning through love, of holding on tight and letting go when it’s time. Because the hard days don’t last, and the good ones? They make it all worth it. 💗 Forever yours, “Ma”
To My Son, Jackson Andrew Lawrence 💗 Two Years of You I was born to be a mother. But not just any mother, yours. I felt it deep in my bones, long before you took your first breath, long before I knew your name. Even as a little girl, I dreamed of these exact days. But dreams don’t come wrapped in ease. No one tells you that motherhood can be both a healing and a breaking a becoming and an unraveling, all in the same breath. Two years in, And this is the most beautiful, bone-tired, soul-stretching thing I have ever done. Loving you comes naturally. It’s the world outside of us, the roles, the pressures, the expectations that have been the real battle. No one tells you that in these first two years: ✨ Your marriage might feel like survival mode. ✨ You’ll wonder if your calling still fits who you are. ✨ You’ll return to your “pre-baby” body, only to feel like a stranger inside it. ✨ The business you bled for might fall apart and you'll rebuild it, brick by brick. And yet, despite it all, or maybe because of it… I wouldn’t trade a moment. Because in the chaos, you’ve taught me more than any parenting book i've ever read. 💗 You taught me how to listen; really listen, not to respond, but to understand first. (Your dad thanks you for that one, too.) 💗 You taught me the sacred rhythm of slow mornings and slower nights. No rush. No hustle. Just ritual, routine, and presence. 💗 You reminded me that work can wait, but your laugh, your wonder, your growing… that won't. 💗 You showed me how to play again. How to laugh with my whole body. How to get messy and loud and perfectly imperfect. Your wild spirit is my favorite thing about you. Jackson, I love being your “Ma” I love the lessons, the messes, the magic. I love the woman you’ve helped me become. And I wouldn't change a thing. Not one. Here’s to the next chapter; of growing together as a family, of learning through love, of holding on tight and letting go when it’s time. Because the hard days don’t last, and the good ones? They make it all worth it. 💗 Forever yours, “Ma”

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