good.

Henry has been begging for a new golf putter. And although he and his brother have a true set of of clubs in the garage, they still prefer the plastic sets from drugstores.

So, finally, I broke down and bought him a plastic set.

When Matt told him to thank Mommy, instead Henry looked up at me, with his sun tanned (newly freckled) cheeks, and said, "You're a good person."

that's all it took... he is mine, and he thinks I am good (albeit that it took cheap golf clubs)... I feel I scored high today.

Wrap it up tight, because it's a feeling I hope last forever.