I am a million miles from snow and shovels and snow days. From spinning tires and scraping windshields. I am thinking of my colleagues finishing 12 hour night shifts and finding their car buried. I remember Canada and I remember night shifts . I haven't been gone that long.
Without any true understanding of how, I am magically texting my Bridget from up here. She has been enduring a dental nightmare since she got her permanent teeth. Or should I say since she didn't get them. Today she is 1 visit away from the finish line. Sometimes E-parenting just won't cut it. Sometimes I need a sub. Bridget is being mothered by my sister Julie. Almost just like me I hope just a bit more wise. I have mother guilt obviously, but its not about me. It's about my Bridget braving the snow storm like the champion to sit in that chair again. To say she is a trouper is an understatement. The actual beauty is that she will be the one later to absolve me of this guilt she will make it all about me. I am with you Bridget my love. And thanks for subbing in, Auntie Julie.
Bridget: "Stop feeling bad I am fine go have fun"
Sent from my iPhone
Next Picture will have a big toothy smile
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