My husband has always been great at giving me compliments. Amongst other things he claims that I'm beautiful, intelligent, strong, interesting.
Most of the time I tell him that he is either hallucinating or lying. But yesterday, when he, who doesn't even read my blog, said:
"Write on your blog that you are a fabulous mother, because you are" I chose to believe him, because I really wanted it to be true.
I didn't even ask what his definition of a fab Mom is. I just accepted and hoped that Noam, one day, will tell me the same thing.
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Why "God is Great Beauty Salon", other than the fact that it was impossible to find a blog name that didn't already exist. Lived in Ghana for a year and was fascinated by how often "God" showed up in names of stores and companies. So, "God is Great Beauty Salon" was one of many, in my opinion, really funny names.
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- What's the big deal?
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1 comment:
Men det måtte du väl veta att du är? Sånt där går ju som socialt arv serru å vi har ju en toppen-mamma.
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