Something I forgot to mention in my last post.
I got back from dropping my daughter off for 5 weeks of Summer School. My Father’s Day cards were on my bed along with some presents. The presents don’t matter much; it’s the words in the cards that make my heart burst …
Awwww! They’re wonderful! If only I could post them on here. For all those crappy and difficult days, something nice like this makes it all worthwhile.
Ever since they’ve been young, I’ve called them my little angels (partly because they’re blond and pale but, sssh, don’t tell them that). Today they demonstrated it….