Once upon a time, I was only the mother of the sweetest baby girl. We were inseparable.
We traveled the country for her Irish dancing competitions, spent hours at the kitchen table homeschooling, and even more time curled up on the couch watching mindless TV and chick-flicks and just “being” together.
We talked about boys and life, and we joked about the guys she knew. We especially laughed about this onePlease visit Backwards in High Heels to read the full post.