When you have a piece of your DNA living in the world, aging, running around scaring the shit out of you if they ever get hurt, learning things, having their own birthdays.. let me know if you figure out how to describe that because I still can't. What I do know is my baby Kierbear is the fucking sweetest little thing, in the words of Ethan, "he's so cute I just want to puke" This will be my last birthday post before mine, I suppose, which isn't that far away. SO AWESOME I keep getting reminded of that every day.
I used to be so much better at describing my feelings when I had time to think about them maybe. Uhh I like stuff, do you like stuff too? Haha.