1982 called…. They want their leg warmers and their six year old Kelly back.
I have been so focused on my future the last few weeks… and this morning my past came down the stairs, all ready for school….
My mini-me
Emily June, someday you might look back on the time when I was pregnant with Baby D and think it was your hand holding, your patience, your back rubs with your tiny fingers and your pointy elbows that kept me sane…. but it isn’t any of these things. It is times like this morning when I look right in to your face and I see me. Those are the moments that ground me. That remind me that this time will go by so fast.
I was six years old not so long ago.
You are as anxious as the rest of us to meet your baby sister or brother. But this morning, you came down the stairs and you had a peanut butter and banana sandwich on toast. And you waited for the bus. And you gave me a kiss and said “Maybe we will have a baby today. Maybe.”
No expectations. No disappointment or weighty anticipation. Just … maybe.
Maybe.
Tough to be too upset with these goofs in the house. So, I wait. However impatiently… I wait.
Excitement on the side 