It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Monday, April 20, 2009
It Is Finished
All four fish are dead. Luke has not woken up from his nap yet, but I am dreading the unavoidable confrontation...