21 more days. Continue reading “Counting Down”
Finally! After a bit of persuading, my wonderful husband Brian (whom I have mentioned in several of my previous posts) has written a post for this blog.
Dear Father of My Children:
It’s been too quiet lately. Normally you come home and you spend the better part of an hour wresting with our girls. This is usually accompanied by banshee-like screaming and squealing, until someone inevitably gets hurt and starts to cry (and this is usually not the 6-foot tall wrestler with a beard). This has been the norm in our house since our girls were able to walk. In fact, I think our girls learned what an arm bar was before they learned the alphabet. And while it’s been much more peaceful around our home without the tumbling and rolling around and without the stress I feel knowing that I will probably need to intervene, I have realized I was wrong. Continue reading “An Apology”