I used to think men were emotionless sacks of flesh until recently.
Not a feminist by any definition, by the way. Just a woman that grew up and surrounded herself by a certain type of male that is incapable of having drive, passion and any non rational way of showing emotion.
These last couple of years I was proven wrong. Getting reacquainted with old friends and enjoying conversations with a person that I think of as my brother has proven to me that men have emotion. And can express it. Not afraid to show tears. Let their passion pour. Have a drive for what they want that they are relentless.
I will never take a man like that for granted.
I want my son to be like that. He is like that at his young 4 years. I just need to encourage and teach him to keep it.
Flannery got this little bunny at her birthday party yesterday (forgot to mention in the last post that my gramma keeps Hallmark in business).
So I recorded a little message so that when she’s separate from me, she hugs this super soft bunny and she hears my voice.
Raddest idea freaken EVER!
Yep, so I had to promise Ernest he’ll have his on Wednesday. Not a pink bunny though.