Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I go over and over in my head all my mistakes, all the times I kissed the wrong boy or said the wrong thing or chose self-destruction over choosing better or decided to scream and stomp instead of acting like an adult or did a million other things I can't speak of and I wonder to myself -- with all those mistakes, all those missteps, all that stumbling around in life and love -- how on earth I managed to make you.
Yet here you are.
Here you are.






OOF.
The amazing thing is that all those wrong mistakes are what LED you to Mike, which led you to this amazing little boy and the wonderful life you're living today. Makes it hard to get made at yourself for making mistakes when you think about that way, huh?
Posted by: AmyB | Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 10:29 AM
Ditto what AmyB said.
And look at that tow-headed little boy! What happened to the BABY??? How fast they grow.
Posted by: Sara @ Belle Plaine | Monday, August 30, 2010 at 12:26 AM
Sara, I KNOW. Doesn't it kill you how old he looks?
Posted by: She Likes Purple | Monday, August 30, 2010 at 12:36 AM
My oh my. I don't think I would have completely understood this post until April 18th of this year. And realizing that despite all my faults, all my bad person moments, *I* was chosen to be the person that Rylynne feels safe enough and loved by enough to fall asleep in my arms each and every night, and smile at each and every morning. And man, life is good.
Posted by: Heather | Monday, August 30, 2010 at 12:40 PM
Sometimes, when I think of all the work, commitment, and devotion keeping my 3 kids alive has taken, I'm in SHOCK that we've done it. It seems... so miraculous that we've managed to keep these girls safe from danger... not only safe, but thriving, happy, clothed, fed, etc.
There really are no words for accurately describing parenthood.
Posted by: Marie Green | Monday, August 30, 2010 at 01:28 PM
Oy. He's SUCH a cutie.
Posted by: auntie | Monday, August 30, 2010 at 05:42 PM