I Love Him...

Whoa. What a difference a year makes. Kiddo loves the Good House. He's all grown up. We're heading to Kroger to get rotisserie chicken and Dos Equis. And whatever else the wunderkind wants. The D is beside himself. So am I. Kiddo's dad is so good, in spite of our differences. I'm so very glad we parted on good terms.

There's something about a mother-son relationship. I see FF with his mom. They're so close. Not that it's obvious. I'm intuitive. And I know them both so well. She likes me because he seems happy with me. He makes me happy. So what's not to love?

Gotta run. Kiddo's just about unpacked. And I'm feeling like a mother hen. As much as I miss my mother, I think this'll be a mother's day to remember.