This man helps me be me, clearly, without confusion. The best me. The good me, not the grouchy mommy-me. He makes her disappear with kind words and gentle touches.
Am I tamed? Beau and the Beastette? I could re-write some fairy-tales.
(This picture was taken JUST BEFORE the one in tomorrow's post! We are in the car, after working out on elliptical machines together--Emma taught me how, I taught John. Pass on the knowledge!)
