The story behind the story.
Nov 18th, 2007 by B.
I’m sure there are many stories that will come from the blogger weekend. I know I made lots of new friends and managed to be smiley and sociable at least 82.76% of the time (really, really impressive for me). But here’s the sweetest, bestest part of the weekend and why I cut out early each evening:
Voicemail Saturday night, 23:04
Voicemail Sunday afternoon, 13:07
As any mom or dad will tell you, being a parent means you’re constantly pulled in different directions… and while we may not have closed down the bars with everyone else, the tradeoff was pretty great.
Those are sweet and wonderful — its these small moments where I think it would be really cool if I had kids. She has two of the most awesomest parents I know…
I second that! You guys hosted a great weekend for us.
Savour these. You’re going to have to post your voicemails to her in a few years’ time…
Awwww cute……She really must’ve missed you a lot by the sound of it…..Will be looking forward to hearing how the meet up went…..Hope you took pictures too
Save those! Like, FOREVER! How adorable… but I know what you mean about them pulling you in different directions!
Carol
Lovely.
I thought it was quite cute that you had a ‘mommy curfew’.
She’s just a little doll!
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