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Daddysredhead -> RE: I love it when..... (9/23/2008 9:02:16 PM)
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I love it when I get to talk on the phone or IM some wonderful gals from here on the boards. I love it when a meeting with Thing 1's counselors gives me my own "a-ha" moment that has made me think about some of my own crap that needs tending to. I love it when my neighbor who took me out for lunch on Sunday brings me a wine cooler just because he has an extra that he would like to "share with a friend who makes him laugh." I love it when I get a call that would've made me cry, from someone in the past, who I can actually be just silly friends with now. I love it when I get a text from a friend overseas that says, "thinking of you and that made me smile, hope you are having a happy day." I love it when the Things were so wonderful tonight that coming home was a pleasure. I love it when I get time to talk to my father about serious stuff, heart to heart stuff, that maybe no one else in the world would understand about me... but he does. I love that I can aspire to be the kind of parent that my parents were, and my dad still is, to me. I love it when I tell someone who said that she was glad she wasn't Thing 1's mom because she "wouldn't tolerate his crap," that I'm glad for Thing 1 she isn't his mom because she's a bitch who doesn't understand. I love it when Thing 2 gets up early in the morning, before school, and completely cleans the mess in their room, even the stuff that wasn't her mess to begin with.
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