The Best Birthday Present

I just put Carly down for a nap. Lets see how long she stays down (out of my arms, in her crib, alone) before she starts to cry for me. Hope I can get through this post!

So, today is my 32nd birthday. 32. Wow. Seriously. I'm "fat and happy" which is a great thing to be. I spent the morning kissing my baby girl all over her perfectly shaped head. I even took a few minutes to imagine her at the age of 17 before quickly balling that thought up and throwing it away because it SCARED ME! I'll take my 6 week old baby for now, thank you. When she's 17 and I'm 49 I'm not sure I'll be wanting to kiss her head much less be in the same room with her. =)

I did think about all the things I want her to grow up to be though. (This is just the beginning of my list. It does not include the obvious things like: healthy, kind, safe....etc.)

I want her to grow up to be a good fearless bossy older sister like I am.
I want her to have a good sense of humor like Eric.
I want her to say no to drugs.
I want her to be celibate until she's in her 30s...no 50s.
I want her to try her hardest in school...not just SAY she's trying like Eric and I did.
I want her to drive the speed limit at all times.
I want her to never dye her hair, pierce her body parts or tattoo any part of her that Eric and I created.
I want her to learn to speak a 2nd language.
I want her to love me more that anyone else on the planet - FOREVER.
I want her to obey her mother and her father until the day we both die.

Is that too much to ask?