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As much GO GO GO as there is with a 15-month old,
I still have quiet moments.
Surprisingly.
I try to relax and reflect (and clean) during these fleeting moments.
And of course when I have a moment away from my 15-month old, what do I do?
Think about him.
(Cause what other logical thing would I be doing in these fleeting moments of alone time?? Obvy.)
Inevitably the sap in me starts thinking about this one thing:
Holy crap.
I created this little person.
Well, technically, we did.
But all of his organs, all of his features, all of his traits…
They are part of me.
Well, part of me and part of Chad.
But it’s truly amazing when you think about it.
And I try not to think about it because it’s just too overwhelming.
I grew him.
I birthed him.
Here he is.
Sometimes he’s adorable.
Sometimes he’s an ass.
But he’s adorable cause we’re adorable.
And he’s an ass cause we’re both asses.
That’s how it works, right??
I mean, I’m not an expert on genetics,
but I’m pretty sure that he gets that gene from both of us.
It’s just kind of amazing, ya know?
haha I loved this!