This morning Celeste serenely walked into the kitchen where I was making a pot of coffee. Her face was clear and free of worry.
"How did you wake up?" I asked her. "Did you have any bad dreams?"
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes that I love so much.
"No mommy. I didn't have any bad dreams last night."
We both smiled.
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I would just love to spend a couple nights at your house. Again Monica, you are the mother I have always wanted to be. Love ya!
hey...
It takes one to know one.
love you too (smooch!!!) - and thanks :-)
M
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