You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
The Face Every Mother Could Love
This is what you get when you let your 14 month old Angel eat Raviolis on his own. Pure wonder and mess. How could I NOT take this snapshot?
1 comment:
Hee Hee even in his hair! How wonderful.
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