Baby Angel

Some days are a little more strenuous for me than others. I'm not a complainer (at least not to most people). I generally keep my grievances to myself and go about my day, attempting to be tough.

I feel like sometimes I lie to myself about how I feel. I tell myself I am alright, so when the time comes that someone asks me how I'm doing, naturally the answer is "GREAT!"

To me, even if I'm blue, hurt, or dealing with something pretty intense, I still tell myself I'm in a better situation than your average starving African orphan. Therefore, I am a sissy butt to mope around, or a serious failure to think my problems are worth thinking about.

There really is no point to this post other than to say, whenever times get rough, and I feel like I want to throw a dish at a wall, I just look at this picture and think, "what a frekkin' angel!" 

He seriously rocks my socks off.

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