So… lately I’ve been obsessing over this photo that we have on our fridge:
I can sometimes be found with a milk jug in one hand, the open fridge door in the other, gawking at this glorious photo while time stands still.
I look at that little bundle of heaven I had in my arms and can’t believe that my spunky, hilarious, strong, independent, quick, sweet, talkative, constantly-on-the-go toddler easily fit within the length of my forearm not that long ago.
I just want another one of those.
If I wasn’t already pregnant I’d be trying to be.
Cuz I just want another one of those. Oh wait, I already said that.
Lucky for me that in 27 weeks I get to do it all over again.
Those beautiful expressions on our faces – Enthralled Mama and Proud Papa? They will make another grand entrance.
Yup, 27ish more weeks.
I can’t wait.
Take your time sweet baby. Although I can’t wait… this mama can wait. Grow well. Grow strong. Grow healthy. This is the only time we’ll ever have together when I don’t have to share you with the world.
excited is an understatement,
adriel booker | the mommyhood memos | 2011
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