So, I was proven wrong today. Again. This keeps happening.
I got a beautiful mother's day card in the mail today.
S.L., you made my day. You can pick out great cards and sell great houses.
There were no chubby, giggling babies on it.
In fact, it seemed like it was made for me. Or, at least, someone in my situation.
It was perfect. It honored my journey and Maggie's life without rubbing it in my face.
I love it.