Finley: Oh, mama.

Me: Yes, love?

Finley: Mama, you are breaking my heart. You’re just making it to be broken and broken.

Me: I am? How, sweets?

Finley: You just aren’t seeing my happy, I can tell it in your face.

She snapped this picture of me. She’s right. Been facing some hard times, and while I put on a brave face, these faces captured (again and again) by the girls with my phone tell a different story.

Are you revealing your worry?

I am going to focus more on this face, it’s worth trying to copy.