I find the glass half full.
I'm pretty good at seeing life
through rose colored glasses. Silver linings,
those come to me rather easily.
So the pictures show sunshine and
smiles, despite a leaf stem to
the eye, heated accusations, crying and
stomping off into the house. I
want to remember the good, but
I hope I remember all the
other stuff. If nothing else, so
that I can commiserate with my
daughters once they are mothers too.