Now that I have a short hair again, I've had some Kosmo Kramer-moments in the morning when I first look into a mirror. I didn't see that coming.
This morning Vimme said "Happy Mother's Day" to me when I woke up (with my Kramer-hair). He said it in finnish of course. M had taught him to say that and I have to say - though I am such a tough chick otherwise (yeah right) - that it brought tears into my eyes. I am a mother. That fact still hard to comprehend.
The kid is the best.
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3 comments:
I have tried to reach out from Ireland but your nail is returned.
I have tried to reach out from Ireland but your mail is always returned to sender.
I wonder if it's the nail I cut off of my index finger. :-P
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