Okay . . . I'll admit it: I've never liked pictures/stuff on my fridge door!!!
(Will lightening bolts come down and eliminate me from the planet?!)
Having seen so many refrigerator doors literally *covered* in
sweet sentimentality . . . what's wrong with me that I
don't like that?! Oh no . . . it's creeping in!!!
1960's sweeeeeet pic of my Jim.
So much about him is *still*
right there: no really bad or
*mean* disdain (only pretend) of the
moment--with his first "jack-o-lantern".
(Can just imagine him saying: "No way will I admit that I
like this . . . !"). Note the tiniest , little tip
of his three-year-old tongue
saying . . .
(He is just as sweet--but just as much *sweetboy*--today!!)
Do we really ever change deep in the heart?????
Innocence is always a part of our
better selves, no??!