On the eve of 27...

As long as I live, I will NEVER cut these amazing curls...

"Here mom, let me help you take that picture,"

On the eve of turning 27, I feel...well...old...and I suppose a little accomplished but mostly just old. It's hard to believe that everything in my life has led me to this day. My first birthday as a mother. It's truely too perfect for words how I feel about my son. I was in church with my mom and brother Sunday and while I was praying to god during the service, I asked him why I had to go through everything that I have in my life, one larger than life word popped into my head HENRY in bold letters. And it's so the truth...So on the eve of this every special and even closer to 30 birthday, I want to thank my mother for giving birth to me and for doing an amazing job raising me. To my husband for seeing the good in me through it all. For all my friends and family for putting up with the good, bad, ugly, and sometimes crazy sides of me. And finally for you Mr Henry for giving me the most important job in the world. I love you bubba more than there are stars in the sky and cars in your toy box!