Parenting Wounds

[wildelion]

I curled up in my husband's lap and relay the story that accompanied picking up the kids from school. He carefully mimics a cross on my chest and says, "Poor Momma needs a bandaid for her heart." I can only nod, not sure if I want to laugh or cry.

Explanation:

Serious blue eyes meet mine as soon as the car door shuts. He takes a deep breath and leans

Comments

so when is the dance?

[amyellen]

gotta hear how it went/goes...