Hello, lovely readers! I'm having a fantastic day. My baby boy, the one who brings me fistfuls of leaves every day, snuggles up to me whenever I sit anywhere, and has literally written me so many love letters that we can't keep paper in the house for more than a week, has just turned six.
I want to warn you, before you read any further, that this will not be my typical, dumb humor post. I won't be telling you some sarcastic, relatable story about a time that my kids did something aggravating, then toss in some "funny" so that you can walk away with the feeling that this is all normal, lighthearted stuff. If you want to maintain the illusion that my life is perhaps a bit chaotic, certainly full of hard work, but at the end of the day we can all hug it out like an "aw shucks" moment on a family sitcom, you should probably stop reading now.
