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.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Rockin' Out.
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.
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