Great read, Mother/daughter/self "I could once whip my eyes around like you and sting the soft side of my own mama, and yeah, being a teenager can be a bit like being a random sniper...Apparently my mother didn’t care if I died. Or had a hissy fit or if my whipping eye rolls resulted in said eyeballs detaching at 98 miles a minute from their sockets resulting in serious injury to anyone in close enough proximity."
2013_08_30 - I am so grateful that I have a daughter...and that I have MY daughter. She is only 15 but such a blessing. We have fun shopping together, talking, cooking, she tells me about all the cute boys. She provides excellent fashion and make up advice. Just a few of the blessings she brings into my life.