Thursday, November 17, 2011

For your Thanksgiving Pleasure

She asked me and asked me if I was ready to see a show that she was going to give. The boys were at scouts and I was trying to do the dishes, finish the lunches for the next day, and finally, pour myself a glass of wine. I eventually made it out to the living room where I was tickled pink to hear this:

And then, I made her do it probably six more times because it made me smile so much. She is amazingly perfect in so many ways.


Angie said...


Mom said...

I'm also glad I'm not a turkey.