My mom was feeling quite nostalgic tonight.
You see, 22 years, 11 months, and 3 days ago one of her most prized earthly possessions was bore onto this earth. That's right, I'm talking about me. I'm her baby. I'm number three. I came screaming into this world at a whopping 9 lbs [However, I was not her biggest baby.] at 11:28pm. I was quite literally a "Labor Day" baby.
My mom came into my room tonight with my little dress that she says I came home from the hospital in. However, looking back at my baby book I believe this dress is the one I wore to my first day of church when I was only six days old.
My mom's caption for this picture was "Bored with her first trip to church. 9/7/86." How sweet.
This is the dress I appear to have come home from the hospital in. [Please excuse the butterball cheeks, and the fact that it scanned too bright to really tell what I'm wearing. Trust me. It's not the same dress.]
I can't even believe those pictures are of me!
However, I don't think these really look a lot like me either, but I apparently still make some of these same faces...
Before she knew it I was graduating preschool. Who cares if they had to practically push me across the stage. I was headed to Kindergarten!
I don't think either of us was prepared for how fast those next 17 1/2 (!) years would fly by. Here we are now so many years later with me being the only one at home and very close to moving out on my own. I anticipate this will not be an easy transition for her....