Well little one. I think the reason I cried so much is that I knew what the next five years were going to bring.
You took the words right out of my mouth. I was sure you were going to end it with ...
I was overcome with emotion that we had created this perfect little addition to our family
But alas, our neurons were firing in the same pattern.
Any other day I would have ended it with the happy one. I am on the edge today! I might have to go to bed before ten!?!
Did I mention, 5 years is a little short on the estimate. You should not forget about the tween and teenage years.
I'd say 19.
This weekend, I asked my 19 year old daughter, who is now living in a different province, but visiting, if she was willing to drive as I wanted to have a couple of glasses of wine. She said "No problem, should I get you a glass."
At that moment, it was all worth it. The wine tasted a little better than normal.
Then she got to see daddy shed tears of joy.
19 years!! Ha, I finally have a number. I will live for that day! ;0)