A precious girl and a precious boy passed away last week.
I emailed both of my kids simple love notes; nothing more than "I love you. Love, Mom."
Robespierre insisted I not do that; his excuse was that my emails slow down his computer, but I know the real reason is that he's afraid his friends will laugh at him if they see emails from his mother.
I don't care. I'm doing it anyway.
I love you Robey. I love you Cupcake
