I always walk with my husband , and our children outside to wave goodbye to them as they leave for work , and school each morning. If anyone of them were to die today, I want them to know how much they were loved by me , and I would want them to remember me standing there barefoot, and in my jammie's just for them......
With my husband though (children too for that matter)....Not all mornings are pleasant. Sometimes I just wanna slap that greasepaint smirk right off of his face. Sometimes I just wanna rip his red nose clean off , and listen to it squeak as I stomp the crap outta it, and that yellow hair is simply too much . 90% of the time I wave a happy wave. On occasion , I wave to them like a road worker, you know in a-" get outta here" kind of way .
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To Paul - she really is funny but I understand. My hubby has been trying to rein me in for 30+ years. "Honey, must you use that language?? Well, yea -otherwise I would have used other language. M'kay??
I will post for you ,and my little boy today. :)
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