“AH! I HAVE A KID!”
I have been waking up to that shock for 7 years now. For a split second, somewhere between dreamland and wakefulness, my brain thinks I’m still in high school. Not every morning, but it happens on occasion.
I have a kid?! What? What is going on?
I have a kid. A curly-haired, little girl named Emma. She has a giggle that makes everyone around her giggle just because she is giggling. She wants to be an artist one day. She loves to hunt and fish with her daddy. The whole world knows she is already a die-hard K-State fan. She has my eyes. We have the same penny-slot eyes when we laugh, smile or cry.
That is me on top. My mini-me on bottom. See? Penny slots.
Today is her 7th birthday. Emma is our first born. Emma is our parents first grandchild. Emma made our siblings aunts and uncles for the first time. Every year, on May 24th, it happens – Scott and I and our families say the same thing:
I can’t believe Emma is 1.
I can’t believe Emma is 2.
I can’t believe Emma is 3.
I can’t believe Emma is 4.
I can’t believe Emma is 5.
I can’t believe Emma is 6.
And here we are again. Still loving the camera.
I can’t believe Emma is 7.
I should totally go to Vegas this year.
Happy Birthday, my sweet Emma Boo. You’re the one that teaches me how to be a mom. I love you so much.
When I’m 90, I’ll post 66 pictures of you on here from each year. I’ll sit in my old folks home that you and Kate will admit me to and say in my dementia state of mind,
I can’t believe I have a kid.
