He was born.
I’m going upstairs to make pancakes for breakfast. We’ll put whipcream and sprinkles and a candle on top and thus begin our day celebrating one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.
So glad he is mine.
He is my Taft and he is smart, sensitive, expressive, particular, tenancious and totally and completely scrumptious.
Life is full of so many wonderful surprises.
Four boys — who knew? And now my youngest is five! Five years ago, I had just written the book Simple Scrapbooks and was pretty sure my life couldn’t get any busier. Ha!
It’s OK — I say bring it on.
I have so much to blog about — more coming soon!
Remind me to tell you about the 5-year journal. I think I’m going to start one in honor of Taft’s birthday and that fact that so much can change in the short span of just 5 years!