Last night Gabby, Wyatt and I headed to Wal-Mart. While we were there it was rather uneventful other than Wyatt filling his diaper quite loudly to full capacity. However, before we made it inside and on the trip home gave me my Gabbyfix. When we got out of the van, I noticed she had several spots of something on the front of her skirt. After I got Wyatt out of the van I turned to see her using her fingers to "wash" off the spots. I figured it was probably spit. I discovered I was wrong, as she squatted down and dipped her hand into the puddle of water aka...oil, grime, uck...in the parking lot. and started washing her skirt again. This is when she spotted a butterfly. It was beautiful and in amazingly good condition for being dead. It must of fallen off someone's car grill. From the instant I saw it, I knew that it was just a matter of time before Gabby would find this treasure. Adead butterfly is much better than the dead crow of last week. Gabby picked up the...
Just a woman in it for the long haul of marriage, gaining humility thru this parenting gig and slinging hope and humor to those around me.