I always loved the color pink, soft things and the warm smell of vanilla on my wrist. That was years ago, when there was time to take long baths and my mousey looks were to blame for the groove in my worry stone. Back then I wasn’t going to have kids. I was going to remain the center of attention of whatever man would put me in the center of his. But if I accidentally did end up with kids, I would have just one. It would be a girl and I would dress her up in pink frothy dresses …read more