a

king point. He had asked for everything he saw, and I was now tired and broke. If only there were a way to explain to a stubborn six-year-old that mommy didn't have money to buy everything he wanted. E

m, Mommy," came

a gelato place. I must admit that the large banner with different gelato co

, and you left ice cream

eason he hadn't eaten it was because he had just entered into a 'chocolate ice cream only' phase. One of the fascinating thin

aid, pointing at the ba

what he wanted, I would get the foot stomp. Tammie and my younger sister, Sage, thought it was the most adorable thing, but righ

nose. I touched his chin when I did

home and make our own ice cream,

est, reminding me of Robin's father. My son hadn't taken much after me, and the more he grew, the more I realized that he was probably favor

He asked, mak

ing into his own. It seemed like he had been a baby just a few months ago! But every day, he grew smarter and apparently talle

greed, then tapp

almost sighed in relief, happy that

ave smar

would follow. But I needed us to get home without further d

u eat your vege

vegetables was always an event in our house, and I had to plead, negotiate, and threaten to get him to eat them. The threat of n

again and was ready to start

too, because there was no way that deep voice belonged to him. Even after all these years, I hadn't forgotten his voice. Ho

ad

ed of it even – where Michael would return and take me into his arms, telling me how much he missed me. But any hope of a fairy t

ng. It had been almost seven years since I'd last seen Michael, and I had grown up a lot. Part

anding in front of her crush, and it didn't help that my crush had aged like the finest of wines. Time had been extra kind to Michael, and he was even more handsome than I remembered

s with Michael to go through over the years, just the one night we had together. Missing him was mostly thinking of what could have been and mourning

t, but he lo

t now. I turned around, and those blue eyes were piercing my

I thought you would

sion, not sure wha

you just go around tel

hocked and confused why it was directed at m

alking about, M

ike I was an enemy. It was like someone had thrown a bucket