I took Poopy outside today, to swim in her little pool. She was so excited, she kept saying, “thank you!”. She loves to be outside and loves to swim.
So, she’s playing around and then comes up to me with something in her hand – it’s a flower. She hands it to me, says, “here mama, thank you”.
Wow is all I can say. Who knew that a simple flower could make all the bad go away?
(Well besides men who screwed up, and florists!)