Today, I was editing a piece of testimony when my cell phone rang and my DiL, the prosecutor who handles death penalty cases while baking gourmet cupcakes for G/Son's day care class, studying yoga, going kayaking, and making Son one of the happiest men on the planet, called me from the Starbucks near G/Son's doctor's office. G/Son had just had his two-year physical and wanted to call his Nonna. I pushed aside the testimony and chatted w/ G/Son about his Elmo party hat. I swear I am going to buy that kid his own cell phone. Because I hope with all the hope that I have that he'll keep calling me to tell me about things like that.
I love my life.
The art is from the Daughters of the Moon Tarot Deck. My brilliant friend E. reads with this deck and it is delightful!
3 comments:
What a sweet story! And he must be a sweet boy. You're a lucky woman.
I hope my niece will call me about stuff like that when she's a little older. She doesn't fully appreciate the phone yet.
awww, that's cute!
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awwwww! My son is like this to his Granny, my mom.
Have a wonderful day!
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