Thursday, December 10, 2009

"...Know this child will be gifted, with love, with patience, and with faith..."



I can't...

...seem to stop staring at my son...

...stop kissing my son...

...seem to catch up on the unbelievable mess our apartment is...

...believe that "Glee" is on hiatus until the spring! WTF???...

...stop singing songs from "Glee" to my poor son, who was also subjected to the soundtrack in utero! Forget Quinn thinking her baby would come out with a mohawk- I'm surprised mine didn't!...

...help wishing Pete was home on this freezing cold night instead of at work, so we could all be snuggled in bed together...

...wait to do just that when he does get home...

...stop rubbing my chin on PJ's fluffy blonde hair...

...help worry that I'll wake up and this will all be gone...

...help feeling even more that I am luckier then I could ever know!

1 comment:

Cocoa said...

Oh, you are tremendously blessed.