
Ok, so this pic is out of order, but I seem to have a few moments (a miracle) to keep posting. Doug and I got to have a date to the fair this year. We seem to every year and I look forward to it so much. So, I love a diet coke for a treat which leads me to my little story. Last week Darius and I had a date to my volleyball game. I took him to Walgreens (don't worry-he is only 7 and thinks it is great still) to pick out a treat. He, of course, picked a transformer pez thing. Then I offered a drink too. So we headed to the drink section where he picked out a blue something or another. Then we started to walk off and he said, "wait, mom." Then he went and put his drink back and picked out a diet pepsi and said, "Mom, you deserve a treat this time." I think I tried to freeze time for a moment, but after it didn't work I convinced him to get his blue drink. But I had melted, and it was so fun to be out with my sweet wonderful giving son. Then the story goes on . . .after volleyball that night my dear friend Amy handed me a diet pepsi. Somehow she just knew I needed one. And I sure did.