Monday, May 14, 2012


Still no photos, but I want to remember for all eternity how you think many flowers are called "cocktails" because you can't quite remember daffodils. You gave up your pacifier, and life has been a little extra hellish. You were so amazing on mothers day. You rode your new big girl trail a bike for over 7 miles in the hot sun and loved every minute of it without a single complaint. I could have gone 20 miles and you would have still been pedaling in your pink plaid shorts, pink shirt, sunglasses and piggy tails. You seem so big most days, that it gives me pause and makes me realize that successfully raising you means someday you'll fly the nest. All too soon, I'm sure. I'll just keep loving you every minute of every day. The good minutes and the hard minutes too while I can.