I am a complex individual. (And that is a gross simplification of my disastrous brain.) But I do love that my kids have inherited some of me — the good things, anyway. (I guess there are a few…) But, of course, they got some of the crap, too. Poor kids.
I hate that my son worries a lot.
I love that he is a math genius and that he has amazing artistic talent and a great sense of humor.
I hate that my daughter loves dessert so much. And dip. All kinds of dip. (With chips, obviously.)
I love her beautiful blue eyes and her selflessness and spontaneity. And her love of creative writing.
Last night, the sunset was beautiful. But we have too many trees around our house. I grabbed my keys… “I’m going out to look for a better view… Who wants to come?”
Predictably, only little Miss Spontaneity. My husband and son barely looked up from their phones. [I was so tempted to stop for ice cream on our way home. Lazy boys get none! But, now, that’s setting a bad example for my girl… right? I guess super-bitch with ice cream wouldn’t be a good thing for her to inherit…]
Off we went. Of course, time does not stand still so I knew we had to go somewhere nearby. The lake… close enough. Kind of.
Please excuse my terrible photography skills. Also, I took these with my phone. (That’s a good excuse for crappy photos, right?)