Besides my last post, if anyone is following along you are probably sick to death of all the baby stuff. I would apologize but I wouldn’t meant it. I’ve wanted to be a mother ever since I can remember. As a child I was obsessed with playing with dolls. I played with barbies into my teens. I started trying to conceive only six months into my marriage. I so desperately wanted a child. Seven years later I finally go one.
And she is perfect. A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E! Precious and mine (at least she is mine, to raise, for now, on loan from Heaven). Like all older mothers advise, I am enjoying every second of it. So, no, I’m not going to apologize, and no, I’m probably not going to post about much of anything else.
I don’t write in my journal anymore so I’m using this blog to commemorate my life and I’m totally okay with that. If you aren’t, then stop reading.