Warning: Rosie is turning one on Friday (andplusalso I maybe might be pmsing) therefore I am probably going to be an emotional wreck all week.
Today I took the girls to Leu Gardens which is an absolutely beautiful place to visit should you ever come to Orlando. I brought the good camera to snap a few pictures of Rosie on her birthday week. Little did I realize the emotional flood I was building up for myself. We took Lilly's one year pictures at this same garden. There is one in particular of her sitting on the same lawn as the above photo. Perhaps it was the humidity or the whining children that made me miss this fact while we were there but tonight, while editing the pictures, it hit me. My first baby is no longer a baby. She practically looks like a teenager in above pictures (husband interjects: there is a whole decade before she is a teenager). The damn burst and I totally would have sobbed my eyes out if it weren't for the stye currently infesting my face. Tears = pain which immediately stopped the tears. So I suppose I should be grateful for the stye.
Anyway- my point is that I am so proud of my first baby. She is growing into a beautiful
young lady little girl. And my little baby won't be little much longer. Ouch. Tears. Emotions. It's going to be a long week.