...when our boy wouldn't leave the house without Fluffy.
Today was his 8th grade graduation.
I made myself weepy with that photo of Fluffy.
To cheer myself up,
I put on my green shoes,
Ron's [cuffed] Levis,
and attempted to compose myself
before the graduation ceremony.
As it happened,
I didn't make a fool of myself
by getting all weepy
in front of the boy.
The ceremony was short and sweet.
As for afterwards...
That's another story.
It seems a mother's heart is always breaking.
Sometimes slowly and slightly.
Whether it be from joy or sorrow.
or just the day to day stuff.
Still, I wouldn't change a thing.
Much love to you...