Today is my son’s 9th birthday. I can’t believe how fast the time has gone by. I’m struggling to not burst into tears today. It may end up happening eventually, but for now, I’m good. I got through scanning some of his childhood pictures without breaking down so I have faith that I might just make it. Plus I’ve had about 3 cups of coffee… Here is a short version of 9 years with Neil.
… on the wagon too. Like my friend, Cam (formerly known as gypsy girl), I am struggling to keep up with nicknames for my family. From here on out when talking about them I’m just going to post their names. Most people reading this already know them anyway. It’s just more work for me to try to remember not to name them. Fellow bloggers that choose to continue to use nicknames, don’t worry I will not out your real names without your permission. I have kind of become fond of Shiny so y’all can keep calling me that.
That’s all I’ve really got to say for now. I’m working on a post for tomorrow. See you then.