Five days down, 25 years to go. Good grief.
But when I have things like this to spur me on, I know I can make it: Last night, Olive fell asleep on the way home from an impromptu dinner with my BIL and his bunch. As I was carrying her grogginess up to bed, I was whispering, "Let's go get in your bed, my love. My sweet love." etc.. When I put her down, she rolled over and whispered, "My mommy. My gift."
I swear the child is a walking, talking Disney princess.
1 comment:
oh you're kidding. What a sweetheart!
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