I've been reflecting on the best and the worst of the year, this 2008. I'm going to write about it tomorrow and I thought about drafting it tonight but when I got home I was reminded of something in my life that, year after year, doesn't change and won't change.
Wrong or right (wrong), I love that face, love her mischievousness, her bad-girl-ness.
I'm such a sucker for that guilty facial expression on her face that when I got home this evening I got down on the ground, rubbed her belly and told her that I love her, love her, love her. After I scolded her, of course. But the problem is that she only gets cuter when I scold her and my heart, it just melts. So, after the completely ignored scolding, and the full heart melting, I stood up, opened the freezer and got her a frozen treat. Because I am so darned smitten with her.
I'm weak, okay? I know it. I think in the grand scheme of things that if loving this girl's bad-girl-charm is my weakness, then so be it. Her bad-ness? It tickles me to no end and delights me further than that.
It is what it is. Who charm your socks off?