I can hardly breath typing this. 11 months. 11 months. With so many friends and family members pregnant, I recount the day Carsyn was born often. I remember everything so clearly. I remember the pain, the stress, the lack of sleep, the stitches, the invasion of privacy, the fear, the first cry. Oh my, that first cry. The world stopped. I took a deep breath, looked at Tony and said, that's our baby. The world stopped for that moment and it was just us. After that moment, the Earth started spinning at warp speed and hasn't slowed down. The ride has begun and there is no getting off. That's ok though. You are worth it all. Thank you for being our baby.
Ok, so you're a little messy. I'll let it slide because you were at Granny's house. But next time Aunt Misty won't be there to pick up your books. You'll learn. I'll teach you.