We were so cheesy lovey this past weekend, you and I, but I loved every minute of it.
You told me I was kissing you too much. I told you oh well.
You watched both kids for 3 hours so I could go to the temple alone.
You kissed my neck and said it smelt like baby acid.
You told me that Warner's little snowsuit was a good buy. That.made.my.day. Seriously. You approving something that I bought means I don't have to feel guilty about the money spent.
You told me I was pretty more than once... or maybe you told my watch it was pretty more than once ;)
Remember last week when I thought I had cancer at 11pm at night and started crying? It was so real to me at that moment. I seriously felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I told you I knew it. I knew cancer was going to get me someday and that's why I was keeping this blog, why I was a photo-aholic, avid journalist, and love-obsessive mother and wife so that my legacy would live on. And you just laughed at me and said I always jump to the worst possible conclusions. Thanks for loving my quirky self.