...I will be the mother of a teenager. Good lord what is up with that?!
I have been reliving the day before I gave birth in my mind all day. I've been reminiscing. I've been wistful. Then I came across a box of pictures...lots of pictures that show proof of a) how young I was, b) how horrible my hair was prior to owning a flat iron, and c) how quickly time flies by.
Here are a few pictures I found. I didn't find any newborn photos of Ryan. They are tucked safely in scrapbooks, where I wrote every last detail of my pregnancy, labor, delivery, and his early life. As you can expect, those kinds of 'hobbies' ended once Olivia was born.
I had Thad scan a few photos, and as you can see....obviously he didn't get it quite right. I have no idea how to fix this, but click on them and see my cute, sweet, spunky little Ryan.