I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
Mommy loves to tell the story of the day I was born. As soon as I was all cleaned up and looking beautiful, they handed me to my Daddy. Of course, I was yelling my fool head off as babies tend to do. He smiled, patted my rear, and snuggled me close.
Today I am grateful for my sleeping pattern returning to normal! After a bout of insomnia, sleep is welcome and never taken for granted.
We are getting creative, and actually, one Saturday we all got dressed up, had a 3 course meal and went to the theatre! Evee and I cannot take credit for this, the idea was all our Uncle’s.