
It was a Norman Rockwell type weekend. My Mom flew in from Salt Lake City to spread birthday cheer. Friday morning I walked in the kitchen ready to remind everyone that one year ago I was ripped in half to bring forth the greatness of life. Then I saw Mom sitting at the table. Her 5 nightmare comparisons would Trump my 2, so I spared everyone the
gory breakfast talk.
Madalynn is everything I hoped for in a little girl. She inspires my Grinch like heart to grow with every laugh and cuddle that she awards us with.