My dear sweet girl, the one who my husband has adorably nicknamed, Bubba, is turning 2... two!... OMG TWO! tomorrow. When did all this growing up happen?
I am never going to blink again. It's overrated. I am going to staple gun my eyes lids open so I cant blink ever. again.
When did we go from this:
To this:
It's just amazing. I hate when parents are right... "Time is going to FLY!" Well, grrrrr to them. My little Bubba, of course has no idea that tomorrow is her birthday but when she wakes up... she is going to know something is going on! But after tomorrow. No more growing up Bubba. No more birthdays. 2 is a good age. Let's camp out here. Labels: My little Bubba
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