I was upstairs, packing...again...
I heard the post drop through the door...
ooh something sounded a bit heavy...
rush downstairs
and find
not only a mother's day card from Scout.....whose handwriting looked remarkably like her dad's
but a disc
of photos
of my handsome
gorgeous
wonderful
man.
oh happy tears pouring down my face.....
oh happy tears pouring down my face.....and Scout laughing at me
and screaming at her dad's face.
I know I am being selfish only sharing one photo
but right now I just want to be in a little cocoon with my husband's images
I don't want to share
mY jOY:
Look at the man in that photo
look at his face
do you know what is going through his mind?
I bet
his mate off camera is aping and Mr. A is very bemused, you
can see the insult formulating in his mind....
his words though?
who knows...I make him leave that language at the door.
( he's a Marine.....what do you expect?)
