As you, uh, might have gathered here, I'm just the teensiest bit of a girly girl . . . if I'm not nattering on about how polka dots have changed my religion or some other issue of global importance, I'm likely scheming how to get more time with my girls
That being said, it struck me this weekend while my little brother was here visiting just how much of me - that is, the pink, fluffy stuff aside - is comprised of the three important men in my life, whom I haven't done a good job of documenting here (1,687,293,003 Master P photos aside):
|Master P in his happy place, riding the local kiddo train with my brother last week; speaking of, Master P's "Future Pilot" shirt is in honor of his Naval officer uncle there. Not that I'm proud or anything.|
|AH running a charity race over the weekend. I know - running on purpose, one of life's great mysteries . . .|
Oh sure, the four of us are related either by family or by law, but you know what I mean . . . the grown up two here, my brother (who will surely object if I give him a name involving "Pretty", hmm . . . ) and the Anonymous Husband, go above and beyond that. They're good people. They value family, they say difficult things when others won't, they work hard, they let me watch the Emmys without complaining too much . . . all in all, I couldn't be more thrilled that the wee CEO has these two men as role models.
They aren't perfect - they are unanimously uninterested in discussing the monogram necklace trend, for starters - but they are part of my good family, and for that I am grateful. Let's hear it for the boys - my boys - this Monday.
Back to pink frilly frou-frou and a girly GIVEAWAY - *jazz hands* - later this week . . .