As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Some daughters may tell their parents they love them, or buy them pretty Hallmark cards. Not my girl. She writes her love notes to Eric and I in old dirty toothpaste residue at the bottom of our master bathroom sink. Neither Eric nor I can bring ourselves to wash it away. (it says Ava heart M + D, in case you can't see it. Unless she knows a Maude and a DeSean, I'm assuming it stands for mom and dad)
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