It

When people talk about their kids, how "it" all goes by so fast, I now know what "it" is. I cannot imagine there will come a day that I cannot bury my face in the back of my child's neck and breathe her in without her threatening child services on me. That beeping and clicking my tongue won't be the FUNNIEST THING SHE HAS EVER HEARD. That I won't be able to accessorize her. Like here.

somebunny loves me, originally uploaded by medusahead.