December 6th, 2002

A Pocket Full of Murder

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This morning Nicholas woke up all cheerful (as he usually does, in the morning at least) and came padding into our bedroom. He climbed up the side of the bed, snuggled up close to me, and chirped, "I love you, Mommy. You're my friend."

I hate gooey sentimental stories about how great it is to have kids, but I have to say that totally made my day. Week. Month, even.