Just a Thought…

I think that maternal love is at it’s most perfect when you are watching your child sleep peacefully. Except when that child is your 32 year-old pregnant daughter, who is sleeping on the floor of your double-wide, next to her sleeping Pit Bull and her passed out husband, whose belly is as big as hers, and they’ve been living with you for months since they both got laid off.

Then, I would imagine that feeling of love is probably less than perfect.