(I processed these shots with a vintage look that I'm trying to make not too over-the-top but it's still a work in progress, but that has nothing to do with this little tale I'm about to tell...)
I overheard something I wish I hadn't....
While exploring a new sledding hill (within walking distance from our little green house, how did this treasure go undiscovered for all these years!!?? ) I watched two little boys about my son's age walk down to join the sledding festivities. As they got closer and gave the group a once-over, one boy leaned over to the other,"Don't worry. We'll just ignore Oakley."
Obviously my heart broke into a thousand pieces right there in the falling snow.
I then did some motherly calculations and determined that I am going to make sure my son becomes a basket ball star so he can kick that kid's ass.
So there.
(Understatement of the week: Watching my children grow up and experience life really hurts sometimes).
Oh. And here are three more of vitage-y sledding. Just because I'm so seldom blogging these days, I figure, why not.
2 comments:
I've been experiencing waaaaay too many of those my-heart-is-breaking-into-little-bits moments recently. I'm not sure if it's ever going to have time between moments to heal properly. Got some glue??
Oh no. I hope Oakley didn't overhear these punks. He has the best chance because you & Kenneth are his Champions.
Looks like he had a ball sledding.
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