Evie turns one in a week. One week. One. Pardon me while I go freak out for a minute.
How has one year passed by so damn quickly? I’ve been dreading this birthday since I found out I was pregnant. Since I found out I was carrying a girl. Since she was born and I heard her lusty, vibrant cry.
She’s my last and while it’s never very easy to see your baby turn one year old, it’s even harder when you know you’ll never again have a little infant in your arms.
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Okay, I can’t continue down that same train of thought or I’ll end up sitting in the corner, rocking myself and sucking my thumb.
The point is, the Big Birthday is coming up. We’re going to Elko sometime this next week and will do the party there with members of Kile’s family. I’m trying to distract myself with the minutae of the trip and party in order to not focus too heavily on the significance.
God, I love that little girl.
It hurts to acknowledge she’s growing up and away from me.
So, anyhow. That’s what I’m thinking about this fine Friday night as I suck down a cold Hornsby’s, watch LaBamba on OnDemand, knit yet another pair of shorts and cruise my favorite message board for the latest gossip and jibber jabber.
Happy weekend, ya’ll.
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