I have told every one of my children that freckles are where the sun kisses them as it somehow manages to get past the SPF 50 sunscreen I would slather all over every blessed square inch of their bodies. Daniel tells me that although he has very tiny freckles he has many, many which means that the sun has kissed him A LOT! He continues, matter of factly, that the Mr. Sun kisses him a lot because the Mr. Sun loves him…just like everyone else does.
He’s the wisest six year old I know!
I think I will now have to go and kiss every single one of those freckles.
Holly’s baby shower was a huge success this past Sunday. Much to my relief, because I am no Martha Stewart, everything about the day was nearly perfect. The food was great. The company was the best. The games that Holly’s friend, Amber, hosted were perfect. There is nothing better than watching people openly smelling “poopy” diapers in their quest to guess what kind of melted candy bar is inside each diaper. One thing that everyone must know is that the belly game was not fixed. One might suggest that it was either fixed or pure luck that Jodie guessed the exact measurement of Holly’s 33 weeks’ gestation belly but they would be wrong. It’s just that strange sister connection of knowing your sister better than anyone else in the room ever could. It really was a randomly perfect moment as both Holly and Jodie simultaneously gasped in surprised at that moment.
