Of Straws and Camels backs....

Of Cabbages and Kings.... Of Potting training and Poopy Pants......

Yep. No photo on this post. Its my letter to you Little Annie- You who come by your little temper so honestly- straight from your mother... Whom I hope some day you will forgive... For the days I couldn't keep it together when just ONE more thing went wrong- and I lost my temper.
And that I'm so sorry.... for not being patient when I really needed to give you a hug... and letting my own dissapointment at having to follow through with discipline... and leave someplace fun.....and everyone is sad. And everyone yells. And even though we hug at the end- well I want you to know the saddest one was me after I closed the door for the night on your dear dear heart. Happy to close the door- sad that the day ended in chaos.
And I think about my own Mom- who lost her patience with me growing up- and know now- that she didn't have a mother nearby either. And she didn't have a friend to give her a break- and that she didn't have a husband who's hours let him come home to help out. And that some days- that one last straw... and well..... then there we are.
So one day Annie love- when you are 36- you'll understand too. And Until. Gosh you need to know. NO one is more upset at Mama than Mama.

And Little Heart. Even when all our stuffing falls out- and you and I butt our heads (our identical heads with identical temperaments- oh what a pair we are)
Even when our stuffing is all over the carpet- our mantra to one another remains true.

I Love you from Your Head to your Toes.
And I Love You Inside Outside Upside Down.
And I Love You from One to a Million.
Forever and Ever. No Matter. What.