These feet, belonging to Bossy’s sweet daughter, poking out from under the dressing room door. Reminds Bossy of these feet poking out from under the dressing room door. You should follow that link, by the way, it’s good for a good Monday morning cry.
I can’t start my day without my favorite things from my favorite blogger. oxxoxo!
One of my favorite things is Bossy’s favorite things.
Cute socks, Bossy’s fashionable daughter.
Thanks for the Monday a.m. teariness, Bossy. My boy will be home on Friday.
Of course, last night the major source of light for our dining room and kitchen, the track lights that are over the island that divides the two rooms, dropped dead. Oy, something else to deal with before the kid comes home and complains about the darkness.
Have a good week, p.j.
checked out the other post “feet”. I missed that one. Too cute….Bossys son looks like Sean Penn in one of the shots.
Well you went and did it again. Almost made it through the day without sniffling. What a sweet story.
Reading about Bossy’s son again made me feel sad all over again for Bossy . . . and for me facing a similar scenario this summer. I’m sure I’ll be documenting it with my camera through my tears.
Sweet feet!