So, it was one of those Sunday mornings where the parents woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but the little misses didn’t seem to care or mind because she was her usual ray of brightness and joy. God love her. I can always count on her smile. The “wrong side of the bed” feeling resulted from a very real series of events that would normally crush me into a stress ball of a mess. And, I did...
June 3, 2014