In the spirit of my husband's birthday, and the fact that things have been heavy (yet hopeful) around these parts, I decided to go spelunking, way back into the cavernous, yet delightful, happy story of my past. As I mentioned yesterday, I receive so many messages from people who are feeling off, or alone, or just simply down, ...
doesn't insist on blinging herself out for bedtime? And another one bites the dust.
Some people have days of the week undies. Or socks. And then there are some people with days of the week tutus. Or so I've been told.
You know you have a girlie girl when... She goes to Rosh Hashana dinner with lipstick on her teeth; She says "gown" instead of down"; You lose sight of her in the mall and find her here: You can always spot her in her hiding spots because of her pink, sparkly shoes. (See above.); She loves to brush her dolly's ...
When I first wrote about the joys of having a daughter a whole, long year ago, I never could have imagined that just one summer later, having a fellow girliegirl, who insisted on picking out my polish color last night, would mean I'd have these bad boys goin on. Ahh well, you win some, you ...
....you overhear your husband, as he snuggles up in bed with the baby, saying the following: "Do you want to have girl talk? Whispers? Pssss Pssss Pssss Which boys do you like? Oh yeah? That's soooooo cute. " File this also under "You know you married an amazing man, who is an incredible father for your little girl."
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