Sometimes in life, people do and say things that hurt, that anger you, that make you want to write a scathing blog about it because you figure that’s a 100 times better than punching the guilty party in the throat. Forgiveness isn’t easy and forgetfulness is near impossible. That’s where I’m at right now. But instead of writing blasting out a blog entry that will not do any good, except act as my own personal release, I’m going to focus on some good stuff. Good stuff like how thankful I am to have been blessed with the husband and kids I have and why I love them so.
What's not to love?
This is basically the look except more adoration, less irritation.