We started out here:
And now we’re here:
How can you be around someone every day and still have no idea when such a transformation occurred?
How did I ever live in a world without this face?
How am I ever going to make you understand how completely, overwhelmingly, ridiculously much I love you?
How will you ever forgive me for putting you in these pants and then taking a picture while you screamed because I thought you looked like a little old man from Boca Raton?
I hope you’ll overlook that, because I’m just crazy about you, little girl. Thank you for these past six months.
(And you’re welcome for all those cupcakes in utero. You’ll get to try a real one soon, I promise.)
Entry filed under: Thanksgiving.