Momma Mush

I will never forget the day I found my first stretch mark. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. They only got worse with Keegan. But tonight he found my stretch marks. He ran his little fingers over the narrow, silver lines on my hips and stomach them oh so sweetly leaned over and kissed them, thus making the stretch marks totally worth it.

On a totally unrelated note, the kids painted the big window the other day with their toothbrushes, using their spit as paint. Momma mush over.