Last night my phone rang. I opened it before looking to see who it was.
Me: Hello?
Him: Hello?
Me: ummm, hello?
Him: Is this Martie S*?
Me: Why, yes, yes it is! Is this Jimmy S*? (my 12 year old stepson)
We laugh and then he tells me that his 6 baby rabbits died. We talked about how rabbits can have babies really quick--and that next time we will bring momma and babies inside out of the cold (they froze to death). Then we get ready to hang up...
Me: well, Ok. I guess I'll see you on Friday when your Dad brings you over...OK? I love you.
Him: OK! I love you too!!
Sniff. Sniff. Does it get much better? I mean MY kids sorta *have* to love me... I gave birth to em and all. THESE kids CHOSE to love me. They chose to love ME! ME! wow. And boy! Boy, do I have them fooled... hee hee.
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Awwww, I'm glad it's all going so well for you! I loved the photos! Sorry haven't been around, busy as bleeding usual!
How sweet. You are special.
xoxo vic
8 kids. No way! Thank God for medication. You're a rock star.
Love,
Andrea
That's gotta be awesome, Martie.
I'm glad my own kids feel the same way about Trish.
It makes life so much easier...
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