Last week was such a blur.
I could talk about so many things.
I could talk about the fact that my little girl, the baby, the one I can never picture getting bigger, is doing just that and proceeded to go ahead and turn five without asking anyone first. I spent most of the day remembering how it felt to be so HUGELY pregnant, remembering going into the hospital with a bag full of little dresses and blankets (I took a bunch because I just didn’t know which one would be her style). Remembering looking at the ten fingers and toes, the sweet fuzzy head.
I remembered all that, and I counted my blessings.
I could also talk about the fact that as my daughter was turning five, my marriage turned three. We remember every year how maybe, in hindsight, it wasn’t such a GREAT idea to get married on Ava’s birthday, but that day wouldn’t have been the same any other way. I love him more today than I did that day three years ago. I’m grateful that I have my husband.
I could also talk about American Idol. I could argue about talent vs. entertainment vs. possibly gay vs. who cares vs. face contortionist vs. tonsil show, but I wasn’t happy with the outcome. So maybe I won’t talk about American Idol.
And no, just because I included a reality show in a list with my daughter’s birthday and my marriage does NOT mean…
Well, maybe it does a little.
How was your week?