Alright…I admit it…I love my mil as if she were my own mother…and I tend to dread her visits as if she were the grim reaper herself. Does that make any sense? I don’t get it either. On the one hand, this is the person who taught me how to clean... »
Archive for November, 2009
And then he was … SIX
Sunday, November 8th, 2009
Six years ago I sent Thomas and his mom off to the cities with the older three children to go to German School while I prepared to go in for my scheduled induction. As luck would have it, I waddled into the garage, climbed clumsily into the driver’s seat and … the engine... »
