Tomorrow, my 12 year old daughter and I will get up early and venture to 6 flags in Arlington Texas. We are going to ride the big stuff. All the stuff that my wifey poo will not do.
I am blown away that 12 years ago I held this little 7 pound 6 ounce kid. I was crying and scared to death of how to raise her, what do I do. The day we got home from the hospital I sat her car seat on the couch with her in it and sat down and looked at her and said.."now what?" What do we do with her.
Our dog at the time "Baby" even gave her funny looks. I have watched her grow and mature in to a beautiful, smart, funny, talented kid. She is awesome.
So tomorrow we are driving off together for a big time at 6 flags. We will eat pickles, nachos, ride scary rides and hope we don't barf on each other.
Happy 12th Nana Bear. I love you.
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As touching as this post was...what with all the barf talk.... it still brings a tear to my eye. I can't believe that tomorrow marks the 12 year anniversary of us becoming parents. Wow...we must be really good at this parenting thing by now. ha ha ha ha!
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