...to be feeling such heartache and yet such overflowing love all at the same time?
Scene: Kitchen
Hubby: Large, Medium, and Small Fries...come here, please.
[scrambling of tootsies]
Hubby: In a few minutes, your mother is going to call on the computer.
Large Fry: Our mother?
Hubby: Your mom, yes.
Small Fry: Mommy?
Hubby: No. Mommy-XSIL.
[cheers]
(And about where my heart dropped into my shoes.)
Large Fry: Can I tell her I'm in second grade now?
Hubby: Yes, you can tell her.
Small Fry: Whewre's my Mommy?
Hubby: She's in the den.
Yep, in the den, melting into a big pile of gooeyness.
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