I was scrolling down through my comments and a wave of warm fuzzies washed all over me.
Don't worry. I'm fine. They were nice warm fuzzies.
Anyway, I marveled at the relationships I have formed with people out there who could walk by me on the street unnoticed. You come here and read about all my insane goings on and instead of pointing a finger or leaving a snide remark, you encourage me.
Oh, gosh. I hear Josh Grobin in my head.
Seriously, ladies (and a few gentlemen), you make my day. Thanks for coming along beside me.
Times like these I wish I could have you all over for lunch tomorrow so we could crowd around my table in my very small kitchen and yell at our kids to stop interrupting and go play in the street so we could have some mommy time over coffee.
Wouldn't that be great?
Sounds stupid when I don't even know everyone's real names, but I'm rather fond of you. I think you're all Supermoms.