…and I’ll say it again:
There’s something about Dads and daughters. Like a Hallmark Hall of Fame special,mixed with a Lifetime movie of the week when you’re sick, to a box of fluffy little puppies, it just gets me.
Sean and Briar spent some quality time painting at the dining room table –
This must just be riveting from the non-granddparents readership of this humble little blog. Fear not, I’ll be back to my slightly less gushy in love with my husband self soon…though behind each snarky or child adoring post is a series of eyelash batting, hankie waving thoughts about the incredible guy I married, except of course when he mocks me and breaks into some Flock of Seagulls song.