Trysha.:
That magic moment when you already have everything you need to make banana but bread in your pantry. Doesn't happen often.
Trysha.:
Summer Sunday night and the neighborhood smells like grilling and the sprinklers are running. #rockinthesuburbs
Trysha.:
It's taking twice as long, but at the end he will have a dresser he helped build and I will have a martini.
Trysha.:
Oh thank God he's sleeping. This afternoon/evening went sideways. It's hard being the youngest. There were a lot of tears. A. Lot. Of. Tears. His and mine
Trysha.:
My view for the rest of the afternoon. Minus the five year old running around in underwear and a swimming vest.
Trysha.:
Easter morning. No baskets, no egg hunts. Just some pajama baseball in the backyard, getting to the ball before the dogs to. Amen.
