My. Happy. Place.

Today is my husband’s birthday.  I can’t tell you how irritating it is that the bastard will always be younger than I am (and that he reminds me of it often).  Rude. Monday night the little girls and I were running our birthday errands.  We tracked down the gifts we wanted to give him and … More My. Happy. Place.

Past. Heaven.

The first time my littlest little girl told me she loved me was about a month after I’d met the little girls. We were in Target, she was still little enough to sit in the seat at the front of the cart, and she was parked firmly in the undies and socks aisle. I was … More Past. Heaven.