My hubby, Craig, is a saint-ish sort of person. He wakes up early, gets dressed, and goes to work every morning. I find this amazing because I do not get dressed, hardly ever. We’re not sure where Craig goes in the morning, exactly.
I once heard Chase tell a boy at the playground that his daddy “sells soft silverware.” I became alarmed about our family’s survival odds and requested a family meeting. Turns out Craig sells software. He also sells his abs because he’s a model, too.
My daughters, Tish and Amma, mostly scare me.
My mom and dad continue to teach me how to love.
My Sister is my lobster and left lung.