I was fortunate to marry a wonderful man, but it would be a lie to say there haven't been others in my past who rivaled for my heart. Some still do.
The love is one-sided, true. But it was no less sincere on my part. From the pages of my favorite books to the big screen, these men, each in turn, have stolen my heart. So somewhere deep inside me (and in my crush listicle) there will always be a place for them.
We've spent the past two Saturday mornings at the park on an alphabet hunt.
I'm a total sucker for this kind of project. Entertaining... educational... outdoors.
The boys ate it up.
Well... until they were done. We found about 6 or 7 letters the first time we went, and then several more with renewed vigor when we went back the next week. But the boys aren't cursed with my do-or-die mentality when it comes to things like finishing the whole alphabet. They just enjoyed it, without tying it into accomplishing something.
It is totally my nature to reduce something like this to the end result. I probably could have cajoled a few more out of them without too many complaints. (Come on guys.... you really don't see ANYTHING around here that looks like an S?) And then I would have had to lay on some major hints for the last few. (Hmm... what does this chair leg look like?) And by the end I'd be saying, "Ok, just two pictures, come on guys, we're almost done!"
But I didn't! It's good for me. I could feel myself becoming a less uptight person while I reminded myself, "Z doesn't matter...and I was never that fond of F, anyway."