My first year of teaching was a whirlwind and by the end I feel like I got chewed up and spit out. At the end of that school year and all throughout the summer that followed I put all my energy toward setting the stage for year two to be just right. All of my efforts paid off and while it was not a perfect school year it was just right and in fact I liked that class so much I looped from third grade to fourth grade with that second class of kiddos.
Every girl dreams of her wedding day and wants it to go just right. I was no exception. Once we decided on where (as in which state) we would get married, wedding planning went smoothly. The wedding and reception went off without a hitch, we had a blast, and with the exception of our wedding pictures, it all seemed to go just right.
When it was time to buy a house we wanted one that was just right. We researched and planned for about 4 months before actually picking a realtor and going on the house hunt. I think all of our pre-work paid off and we found the house that was just right for us in lucky #7.
With all of this in mind I guess it should come as no surprise that after 6 years of
However, when I really stop and think about it I don't think she is much going to care about which outfit she wore home from the hospital. Nor do I think she is going to care about the other clothes she wore as a baby. She is certainly not going to care about a first stocking that will likely be replaced for her actual first Christmas (and that can only handle a tiny bit of loot anyway:). She may care about her name, but at the end of the day even if she hates it someday she may be as blessed as I to carry something so trivial as a primary piece of "baggage" from her childhood (#FWP).
Bottom line: There is no just right when it comes to having a baby.
With that in mind:
Now I'm off to go tell J.T. her name:).
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