I’m so grateful to get to momma you two… and to be celebrated at least once a year.
It was a full weekend, and sister, you seemed determined to keep it real. You wet the bed during the night, so my Sunday began with that bodily fluid. Then you gagged on dirt on your sippy cup and threw up all over the outdoor rug and chair. At least it was the outdoor one. 🙂
We settled into a nice weekend of strawberries from the front yard and eggs from the backyard, of Hot Chicken Fest, of our first ever Nashville Nightwatch professional ultimate game and a Pharmacy dinner with Mammy.
It was a great day to be a momma. I love you both so much and am proud of the little people you are becoming.