I love dedicating this blog to our daughter, but I can’t pretend like everything is peaches and cream. It’s full of cold showers, unexpected financial punches to the gut, idiots, late night bass-bumpin’ neighbors, muscle pains, vomitting, and overly-needy felines. I can sense your envy. But hey, could be worse, I mean, I could with the Lottery. How awful would that be!
After my ice cold shower and downright aggravating day at the office I was informed my heat and hot water were up and running. It was then that I was able to take my first breath of the day to think about the humorous suffering that is about to enter my life. My BabyGirl will be crying late at night, she will be puking on my shoulder, leaking out of her diaper, screaming in the car, and throwing food… everywhere. I foresee great times ahead!
I’m not being a total cry-baby. I wholeheartedly believe I will somehow find the humor in it and truly cherish the above moments; although maybe not until she is 15 and I realize just how precious it all was once she starts yelling at me that “I don’t understand her.”