Look I'm Psychic!
Yes, dear ones, I shall now predict at the hour of twelve-thirty (if you've changed your clocks) what I will be thinking and feeling six hours from now! It's a post into the future! Watch in awe.
I am doing this for the boy. The boy who is only six months old and is not going to remember, much less care, who came to his baptism. But we are loving and doting aunts so we go for him. And because the family would kill us if we didn't.
It's only six in the morning. I should be in bed sleeping. Or at least pretending. And it's cold. I must be getting old because I can't stand the cold. Or perhaps when you make me get out of my bed at this hour I just get a little cranky.
And whose brilliant idea was it for us to leave today instead of yesterday? Something about how Janna and I had to work. Like driving for four hours isn't work. She better drive. I'm already asleep.
Hope everyone remembered to change their clocks. It always messes with my head and I will probably be flooring it down 85 an hour off. Happy Halloween and all that too. I myself will be going as a Bath and Body Works employee.
I love this child. I sped through the highways of Georgia once already to meet him. But I never figured when he was born ten days after my birthday that I would again at thirty degrees and six thirty in the morning. But I must take pictures. Witness this glorious event in his young life. He will probably cry. As I'm sitting there wondering if I should too.