I was one critter away from calling myself a Disney Princess. A different kind of princess. One that curses and carries around a can of RAID.
“It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.”
His eyes were blue, his smile was kind. He looked a little like Prince Harry.
This mom cracked me up. Cracked. Me. Up.
Obviously, I don’t spend a whole lot of time camping, or outside for that matter.
I grabbed my parenting shovel and started digging blindly, and I kept talking.
Every now and again I’ll get a northerner who understands my want of a pop and we smile together in our northerness.
The music, the people, my friends, the energy.
I hadn’t expected to fall in love this morning.
All of my make-up is old and very monochromatic.