Funkshun

We went for a ride today, and stopped by a Wendy's for a Frosty. Rob *loves* Frostys. He had a big one, I had a small. Robbin had a chocolate milk. I ate some of mine, and gave the rest to Robbin. I looked back in the passenger window, and saw him eating it, look of total concentration on his wee face...I was in awe at how beautiful he is, how perfect...and wondered for the umptheenth time how something So perfect came from *me*. I just sat and watched, and marvelled. I am so flawed, he is so perfect...HOW did this happen? God/dess surely works Miracles.