Sunday, July 03, 2011

Believe Them When They Say It Goes in a Blink.

Forgive me for being cheesy on a Sunday morning, but I still can't believe that this:

One Day

Has turned into this:

One Year

When I wake up tomorrow, I'll probably wake up with a (different) baby in my bed, a husband who has a PhD, fifty thousand photographs taped up on my walls, children pounding on our bedroom door squealing for chocolate chip pancakes, and a stinky sixteen year old with fine blonde hair asking me if he can have the car keys.

And since I'm going to be an awesome mother to my teenagers, I'm going to look him square in the face and say, "Only if you're coming back for family fireworks tonight."

Since, y'know, tomorrow is the fourth of July and all.
(We're celebrating with cupcakes and sparklers.)