<sarcasm>I think my favorite thing about being the mom is all the stuff you get to carry.</sarcasm>
Today I lost my camera. I had used it last night at Emie’s review to snap pictures of the prima ballerina herself. In between all the costumes, flowers, ballet bag and sweater that I was carrying, it had evidently fallen out of my purse. Luckily it happened in my truck. Jeff, being the finder in this family, recovered it late this evening.
Much like when life actually begins, I’m unsure of when the transformation of adult individual into human pack mule begins, but isn’t it beautiful?
Come on, you know that mom’s are pack mules and doctors and repairmen and super heroes and everything all rolled into one. P.S. I really had a good time this afternoon. Thanks for the catch up session.