This is Boop. He was my last Valentine from Richard. Now he watches over my son.
If you’d like to read the story behind the bear and the boy and the broken broken heart, click the photo to read “Boop.” It was the first real story I wrote on Baddest Mother Ever!
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Well…a mascara alert would have been nice. On a different note…do fish like ginger snaps?
hahahahaha…that never crossed my mind! I hope I’m not on some pollution list with Fish and Game. Oops.
My one minute devotional this morning was about it being ok to cry. I wrote in my journal, “although I know it’s ok to cry, I really just don’t want to. :)” Funny how things work out like that. Thanks for the sweet almost-a-tear this morning.
It is OK to cry. I think of it like sweating–my body letting go of something.