Yes, today. It is indeed part 4 of 2. Just like me.
1. I may – or may not – demand that you click the link. It is full of meaning and symbology. Also numbers.
2. Sorry for the lack of postings herein. I’ll get back to my more or less every day post early next week. Birthday + holidays + vacation = my being a Bon of very little brain.
Think, think, think
Twelve years ago today, I woke up at 4AM thinking “Now, THAT’S an odd smell*…and why am I wet?”
Thirteen hours and some waddling/crowning hijinks later, I was presented with a red-faced daughter, who was wrapped into perfect burrito form.
This may explain her ongoing fascination with TexMex. Or, that could be my fault.
At any rate, it has been a Kingda Ka sort of 12 years. Terrifying, exhilarating, far and away too quick. To me, she was just that little burrito, just a minute ago. She cannot be developing into a young lady so fast!
But she is. The eye rolls and dramatic sighs, if nothing else, let me know that she really is growing up.
That and the phone addiction.
She has been:
Not a wee tot, anymore
But ever and always, she is Summer. My beautiful daughter. I am so blessed to have such a bright, sweet, compassionate person in my life.
I love you. You are the rockingnest kid that ever rocked a rock.
* – amniotic fluid – your “water” – smells a bit like sweet bleach. It is an odd odor.