This is the image that gets me up in the morning. Makes me happy when I’m sad. All that stuff. What? So, I’m mildly emotionally dependent on my child’s adoration of me. Is that so wrong?
I dare you to try to have an unhappy thought with that face in front of you. And she always smiles like that when she sees me for the first time each day. Always. It. Is. Awesome. Baby? Totally worth it.
And yeah. That’s an old picture. You wanted the brag book. I had to look through the mess of pictures that Billy from this past year took. That guy. What a shutterbug. Seriously.