You know what’s funny to me?

A lot of things.

But for today’s post…

time.

Time is funny to me.

I remember clearly 1st period Algebra as a freshman in high school. 7:40AM and I was supposed to do math. I usually ended up bobbing my head, fighting much needed sleep. But time went s…l…o…w…. in that class. Fast in the regard that I didn’t get much sleep.

I remember the first positive pregnancy test with Shayne. It seemed like I had forever until I would meet my baby. Before I knew it I was in so much agony and screaming that five-year-old girl in pain scream from when she crowned {for those wondering. No. You never forget that pain. I still clench up. But I delivered 5 more babies after her. I decided they were worth all that pain. I was right.}

Time today…

I can’t believe that 8-years-ago I was hugely pregnant with my first son and third child. The one that was truly the most unplanned child I ever had. I was nervous. You would think I would’ve had this down pat at this point. Nope. He was my first boy. I was so nervous. And to be honest, I still am. Boys are different. So different in every way.

Time…when you think it’s going slow…it’s just the opposite.

My sweet boy…

I’m not sure when I’m supposed to stop calling him that.

I don’t think I will.

Connor Wyatt…

I can’t believe you are officially 8-years-old.

You have given Momma such wonderful glimpses into the man you are going to be.

Thank you for being the best surprise I will ever get.

I love you Bubba.

As big as the moon.

As far as the stars.

And more.

Forever.

Love,

Momma