in just a few more days it will be the half anniversary of D day. the day the doctors put a name to the theif that stole my son.
I miss the sammy I thought he was and sometimes I don't particularly care for the sammy he is. we love him. I adore him. but somedays it is So very hard to like him.
I know he can't help it he gets into everything. the other day he got into my mascara. cuttest freeking thing ever his whole face was covered with mascara and he was so proud of himself. he smiled until someone laughed and then he got sad. did he know they were laughing at him? I think so. that my dear is a breakthrough.