It's just the way I am...

Some of you who are quite astute have probably picked up on the fact that I am a sarcastic, smart-mouthed, put-a-sailor-to-shame-with-my-language type of gal. That's me. Not everyone gets it, but most do. I have people very close to me in my life that don't know when I'm kidding. Most of my family doesn't get me, at times. My sister would probably have read the last post and have called my mother worried that I was going to tape Kevin's mouth shut. I am so different from my family, it's truly unbelievable. Maybe I should tone it down, but it's who I am. Probably because I learned many years ago that I can usually make people laugh. I like that. If I'm in the company of people who I sense aren't going to find my humor to their liking, I do tone it down. I do. Pretty much to the extent that I'm painfully quiet and shy. I started out this blog pretty tame, but, as I kept blogging, I decided to let myself loose and be who I am. It's easy enough to not read my stuff if it turns you off...right?

That being said...I have to take a moment to be serious and say that my love for Kevin is unbelievable...yeah, sure, days like yesterday morning are enough to damn near make me lose my mind and, yeah, there are times when I have to set him in his crib and walk away for a few minutes, but most times I am overwhelmed with my intense feelings for him. When I go to get him out of his crib and he smiles so big at me, or when I walk in a room and he smiles and puts his arms out (he actually puts his arms out to the sides rather than up or forward and I find that so endearing), when he's laughing when we're playing, when he puts his little pout on, when he mimics me, when he puts those extremely slobbery, wet kisses on me...just all the little moments of the day. I just hold him and kiss him and thank God that He saw fit to bring him to me.

I pray for all those families still waiting for their babies...