Much to Eve's delight, she finally gets her own room. She and I spent many late nights planning and painting and, and, and. One of the nights I was up really late thinking back to the time I painted my ceiling black and white checkerboard with my mom (mom doing most of the work). I now know that my mom is not a perfect person (only because I now know no one is perfect ). Which goes to show, you don't have to be perfect to be a perfect mom. I love you mom!!
Four generations.
Eve and my two perfect moms (I must say that they are pretty dang good grandmas too).
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