I get tired of MTM's package. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like to unwrap things as much as the next girl......even when I know what's inside.
Especially when I know what's inside.
I don't like surprises.
But MTM and his package........how do I type this?
I left it in the refrigerator.
On the carton of eggs.
A post-it note message to my man.
For him to find.
Today is a special anniversary for MTM and me.
There are moments of sobering truth that overwhelm our belief in our own significance. And sometimes we are present enough to recognize them.
"Don't hit that deer, Andra!"
"I SEE IT, DAD!!!!!!"
"Golly Molly, Andra. You're gonna kill us all. I hope this restaurant is worth all this trouble."