I am having the most wonderful Mother's Day. My family knows me so well. It started with my favorite breakfast in bed -- an egg mcmuffin and a coke!
Then, I received the most wonderful gift. Here's the story: About a month ago I saw a little soldier doll in a thrift shop. He was in terrible shape. His clothes were torn, his paint was peeling, and he was missing an arm and a leg. But there was something about him that I loved.
He was ridiculously overpriced, but the owner wouldn't bargain with me at all, even though she admitted that "this little soldier looks like he's been through a couple of wars." Once we got out to the car I whined that he really should be mine -- after all who else but me could love a little doll like that?
I didn't forget about him, but I hadn't mentioned him again, either. As it turns out, my husband went back to the store several times to try to get a better price, to no avail. Yesterday, he and my daughter made the trip to Orange, Virginia to get him for me anyway. You cannot imagine how surpised I was to see him! I'm anxious to clean him up a little, but for the most part I'm going to love him just as he is.
Isn't my family wonderful?