15 years ago, when I first found myself pregnant, I had a lot of ideas about what was coming. I knew logically that they’d grow up eventually, but I couldn’t ever put my finger on any idea that didn’t involve nursing, or diapers, or kissing their owies and pretty much being the center of their world.
But I kept feeding them, and they kept growing, and now I find myself living day to day in an almost constant state of total shock. I knew in my head, but I never really expected in my heart, all of these things that are starting to happen.
nggallery template=’carousel’ id=’9′