I make a lot of typos. I correct them as I go, but when I am chatting or texting, typos just proliferate and bloom and take on a life of their own.
At least I have yet to send out an email with my name misspelled. Which I do just about every time I type it.
Hetaher
Hather
Hetahr
Heathr
heather
Heather
See what I mean?!
10 years ago today, I was very, very pregnant. As in 5 days late pregnant.
I went shopping with my mother, and everywhere I went, people asked when I was due. I took great pleasure in telling them, “5 days ago.” What is it about the idea of a pregnant woman going into labor that makes everyone so nervous?
Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I became a mother. Tomorrow is the day I discovered life is nothing like what I expected, but everything I hoped for. Tomorrow marks the day I began an entirely different set of classes, where you were my teacher as much as I was yours.
Tomorrow you turn 10.
Happy Birthday big kid.
I love you.