So my handsome head #3 turned 5.
Five years old is very old when it's your baby. My last child. My last boy.The last one who still smells me when he snuggles, like he can't get enough.
The last one to carry in my arms.
The last chance to get it right. (impossible)
Is last the best of all the game?
Because it feels more like in this game, last is ripping my heart out.
It's a good thing hearts can be healed.
Is it wrong to cry when leaving a Halloween party at a pre-school party?
It was my last time...
