Countdown to 1. Day 13. We started our Saturday like my regular workday schedule (every Saturday) getting ready for your Gymboree class at 9. We were late, like always, luckily so was pretty much everyone else in class. I was watching you in class and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. You were playing with the other kids (mostly the lil older than you ones) pleasantly. You were charming the other parents with your smiles and giggles. And if that wasnt enough, you were charming your teacher too, you lil teachers pet you! (You definitely did NOT get that from me. Thats from your Papa, trust me.) After class, we had our (well, I did since you cant yet) McDonalds breakfast date. I used to like sleeping in on Saturdays then rolling out of the bed and out the house whenever I didnt feel as lazy. Usually happens around afternoon. I never imagined that leaving at crack of dawn (9 am is crack of dawn on a weekend) on a Saturday would make me so excited. That I would willingly do it and jump out of bed at 7 am just to get everything done for us on my 7th day of the week. I dont know how it happened and I dont know exactly when it did, you became that spark within me and my unwavering energy and strength. That for you, I can pretty much do anything and not even think twice and/or for a second. You made me invincible.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 05:25:30 +0000
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