"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)
When they are seventeen, fifteen and thirteen and hating me for not letting them go to that slumber party or concert or whatever it is, I hope they remember that when they were babes their mamma let them eat popsicles in the bubblebath.
2 comments:
That's the best place to eat them (from a mother's perspective)! Too cute :)
Awww! That's adorable!
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