This post is pretty simple. It justifies my reserved spot in heaven.
If there is one thing I want Tuck to remember from his childhood about his Mama is that I made him feel pretty damn spiffy. I built him up daily. Cheered the loudest and told him I love you enough during a single day he eventually responds,
Tuck notices his Nanny’s flowers across the street every day since they bloomed, and everyday he tells me how “bootafull” they are. And occasionally we will walk across so he can give them a sniff.
Tuck wanted to tell her he enjoyed her flowers everyday. He didn’t call, knock on her door, or send her an email. He kept it simple. Pen to paper and filled with love.
Sharing a Happy Threesday Eve.
Way to be brother. Way to be.