Oh Happy Day!

Not an expression I use lightly. But this is a happy day.

For months I have told myself that the paperwork doesn't matter. That no court, or judge, or even temple sealing can tell me, my husband, or my daughter who our family is. And yet...it matters very, very much.

So Weiner, I mean Wayner. I forgive you for being a putz. And not returning phone calls, and then when you can't avoid me any longer wimping out and having your secretary do the dirty work for you. I forgive you, because you made my day today. You made my day so big that my eyes filled up with tears at the news you gave me. And that's not easy to do. I'm the Mayor and I'm a pretty tough chick.