Tuesday, October 5, 2010
We have been crazy. Rockin' out to our own music, singing, travelling, trying to stay upright. My girl is 18 months old. She is a pistol. Her very own person. When we are snuggling up and she is almost asleep I think back about the tiny person I brought home and how much I wondered about who she would become, who I would become. And although her temper can rival an irish man not minding his pints, she is an entire life I have been waiting for, and as each day passes I am thankful for every single moment.