Sometimes you just have to post a photo that is not very flattering of your behind. I mean there are worse things than getting caught making-out in the kitchen on vacation. But, this photo could not be passed up because of the face in the foreground.
Jessica, my sister and I make it a point to run 2 – 3 times a week. Most mornings she is my savior, my therapist, and my confidant. And, we get to start our day like this. I’m the luckiest person in the world, because when we are done, even if my run wasn’t as great as I was hoping, I can start my day fresh and ready to tackle what comes my way.
She will say, Mom, I have a great idea for a dress. She will search hours and hours finding the right “sparkly” top at the right price. Then she will stay home from school and cut layers and layers of tulle. Of course we will consult Aunt Malerie and use a tutorial.
She will be overjoyed (although you can’t see it in this picture), and text her cousins and dream about Prom.
8 –years old, and this kid already has a part-time job. He picks up pinecones like nobody’s business. He filled this trailer in no time at all. “I love working mom. Your wish will come true – I will grow up to be a worker man and know lots of stuff and do lots of stuff.”