I guess I didn’t realize how frustrated he was…
I don’t even remember what it was that didn’t go his way.
As I was making dinner, I did look out the sliding door in time to see him walk across the back with his guitar and his bag slung over his shoulder.
I walked out and suggested he might want to reconsider going out without letting anyone know.
In response to this, he turned and walked on.
So, of course I let his dad go out and follow him while I finished up inside.
I couldn’t help but grab a picture through the front window, because he did look terribly cute.
When he came in and went down to his room, I followed and talked with him while he unpacked his bag.
He said he was going to go on a big adventure all around the neighborhood and find a new home and a mama who said yes.
ahhhh.
It was really hard for me to be quiet…
As I watched him put away 75 shirts that he had jammed into his bag.
No underwear.
No bottoms of any kind.
Just a lot of shirts.
and his guitar.
Right.
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Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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