I swear 15 years of selfless — and entirely decent — parenting and I will probably be remembered for the time our daughter went to her sporting event alone, was locked out of her own home and ended up sleeping on a table in a (semi) public place.
Nearly 20 years together, and looking forward to many more.
It’s funny how the things we loved can one day become the things we can no longer stand the sight of.
How many times can you forget your youngest child before inevitable therapy is involved?
Living in the country means our mailbox is on a post by the road.
I had a very happy childhood. This means my hope of ever writing a really great “tell all” book is probably not going to happen.
It’s the dead of winter and a balmy -3 degrees here. This of course coincides perfectly with the need to start shopping for prom dresses to be worn in May.