Only because today was a shit show in family medicine land. Hope it makes you smile.
As the storm ended, Henry put his 7 year old arm around my shoulder and said “mom you’re as rich to me as a diamond crusted ballsack”
No one will know precisely what that means. I hate the term ball sack (so they use it all the time), and I would think a diamond crusted one would be ouchy.
But in the moment it was said with such love, as we looked at this view. And I thought, I’ll take it. When you live with all boys, sometimes a diamond crusted scrotum is all you can hope to be.