Wonder & Amazement
Warning: This is a sappy post. I'm gonna brag about my kid... A LOT. So, it's been happening to me a lot lately. I don't know why, not sure if this is something that just 'happens' when you become a parent or if it's just a part of being a woman (we are emotional by nature). I catch a glance of one of the seemingly 1000 photos I have around my house, on my phone, on the computer...of Rhett. I have to really look, and then look again. And then, it pops into my head. "Oh My God, that's my kid!" Then, it goes from there to, "I cannot believe how beautiful he is. He really is so damn cute. He's a beautiful boy, my beautiful boy, just like the John Lennon song." Then my mind just keeps racing, "How did I get so lucky? How is it that my son is so handsome, and he just makes me happy, no matter what he is doing....crying or laughing, and how is it that every parent has got to think all of these same thoughts about their o...