An (occasionally) updated space where I share my family, my photography, my crafting, and mostly, my rambling.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I can forgive him this once.
So, he didn't bring me breakfast in bed, or buy me flowers or chocolates or pretty soaps or any other typical Mother's Day fare; in fact, he kept me up for much of last night and shrieked like a mad man for 20 mins this morning, but I can forgive him for just one year. Because he gave me a few crinkly-eyed smiles and I forgot it all.