SO! Tonight was our small group night. One of our awesome girls has been given the HUGE, GIANT privilege of fostering a sweet little baby boy. Considering the circumstances, they had ZERO notice, so obviously they needed some stuff! (And yes, they are hoping to adopt, but that is still a ways away.) We had a surprise shower for them in place of our regular meeting (sneaky chicks, we are), and it was the best night I've had in ages. Not only did I get to chat with my girls, but THE BABY!! Ohhhh mylanta. I waited awhile to get my hands on him, but when I did--- It was over. Now I know not everyone is a baby person. I totally respect that. (I have realized that I am not an 8 year old person. It is what it is.) But babies... I'm a total baby hog. I admit it. Their sweet chubby cheeks and those fingers and toes and OHHHH SO PRECIOUS I COULD DIE! I have missed having a baby to love on, and I definitely lit my baby fire tonight.
The past few years I'd pretty much decided that if the marriage/baby thing doesn't happen my the time I'm 30, that the baby shop will be closed. Hell, Savanah will be twelve by then. Who really wants a middle schooler AND a newborn?! Plus at that point I'd only have eight years until I was (legally) off the hook! ;) But after tonight? Ohhh damn. I realized just how much I do want that. (Obviously dependent on IF and WHEN I find Mr. Right-For-Me.) At least with such huge age differences there will be if it does happen, maybe we'd have recovered a little from putting 2 in college at the same time, just in time to send another. (I can't even fathom. I was having a complex with my
five SIX year old's birthday. Thinking of my girls in COLLEGE makes me want to rock back & forth in a nice little corner of a padded room.)
Oh yes, my girl got lots of cute stuff at the shower, too. :)