Roofs leak, girl's camp meetings must be attended, I run an orphanage, and mommas visit. What can I say- life happens, and the first thing to go is luxury time, sorry for the silence.
My mother's day gift form Girl Child? Laughter, oh and toast in bed- crumbs brushed over to Schroedad's side of course.
In sacrament meeting on Mother's day the primary children always sing, Girl Child got all the way to the stairs this year before skittering back- a record.
Actual Conversation prior to the meeting's start
Smarty Pants: Are you going to go up there and sing to me this year?
Girl Child: Ok, but only if you promise to cry (after a lengthy pause for consideration I might add).