She had her first push pop today. She's a baby less and less and a big girl more and more. My dad argues that she will always be a baby. I speculate that's how he still feels about me, and I'd be lying if that doesn't make my heart a little warm.
Japan is weighing heavy on my heart today. Dear Cousin is waiting for a flight home to Texas from Japan. She is due with her first baby in a few weeks. I can only imagine. I hate to admit, but, I'm one of those who puts things into perspective after the worse has happened. You know, the hug-your-babies-tighter and count-your-blessings kind of realization at someone else's unfortunate, and often heartbreaking expense.
I've vowed to keep this year simple. I know I take many, many things for granted, but I am truly grateful that water runs from my faucet, there is nourishing food in my pantry, our bodies are clothed, and I rest my head on a pillow next to my One & Only. As for that baby. I'd give her the moon twenty times over, but I desire to instill the same gratitude for the little things and hope she, too will never underestimate their value.
I leave with a K.I.S.S.
Keep It Simple, Sweetheart
XOXO,
Shalayne
