And you’re not really sure how you feel about that, like maybe “Yay! Love my girl!” or “waaahhhh, you’re practically in college.”
And now I have only 17 short years left with her instead of 18, and yes, I realize how insane I sound, but already she no longer sleeps soundly in my arms.
I still vividly remember the day I learned of her impending arrival. There was no creative news-breaking ceremony involved in telling Caleb; I called him before I even got done peeing on a stick because I was this excited:
It was the scariest, crappiest, cankley-est pregnancy I’ve ever had the exquisite privilege of going through.
Because THIS GIRL–she is a gift.