It's our S birthday today. Two years old...man time does fly. It's like yesterday I held him in my arms for the first time.
Some journaling,
As I was looking for a birthday card for S, I had an urge to get my W a thank you card for being a wonderful mom and for giving me the gift of our S.
I debated a good 15 minutes with myself and decided against it. Yeah it's pretty spiteful I guess because my reasonings where "She doesn't acknowledge anything you do currently, so why should you," to the more sensible, "You show her your love by being there for your son consistently."
So I opted against it, got a gift and card (so broke as I overdid it for him on Christmas) and offered to buy the cake for his little party this coming saturday.
I'm just all over a little bit emotionally...and just figured to write this out.
