My baby's book.

When I was pregnant with Carter, I had a bajillion baby showers and I loved every one of them.

When it came time to celebrate his little tiny existence with my sorority ladies, my best friend had it on lock.

Seriously, girlfriend knows what she's doing when it comes to party planning.

One of the genius ideas she came up with was

instead of the guests bringing cards full of happy wishes, they instead would inscribe their loving message inside the cover of a baby book, all of which would be presents for Carter when he made his grand appearance.

I know, right?

Genius.

Well we read those books every single day.

As time has gone on, we have become more advanced in our reading selection, and have packed away the "elementary" books for Babe #2 to enjoy {....and 3?.......maybe 4?}.

And guess what? 

I've become outrageously attached to them.

One in particular lay claim to my heart strings, and it makes me sentimental just thinking about the fact that Carter will soon outgrow even this one someday.

It's

Love You Forever.

The first time I read it to Carter, I could barely get through it.

I wanted to bawl my eyes out because of it's sweet message.

Carter had even lost interest because up until that point it was the longest book we had ever sat down to conquer, so he just began rolling around on the floor while I read aloud, knot in my throat and all.

I am genuinely attached to this book.
{It means bonding, quiet time, learning, patience, love.}

Then one day I was tying up loose ends around the house while my Babe was playing with his cars, and all of a sudden I heard a rip.

Uh-Oh.

Mommy's Carter's book had been ripped!

By Carter himself!

I don't know what came over me, but I was mad at him for about 2.5 seconds.
Irrationally, but legitimately.

I wanted to say something along the lines of,

"Carter! You have to respect your belongings! You can not just go and rip your books! This page will never be the same!"

{Even though I knew there was no way his baby mind would process that information the way I would have intended it to.}

And, I'm not even joking, with tear's in my eyes I went to go tape the massive rip back together.

Tears!

So I think it's safe to say that
LOVE YOU FOREVER
has earned a spot amongst the Baby's-Outfit-Home-From-the-Hospital clique, and even deserves a spot on the shelf next to the I-will-never-throw-this-binky-away-because-it-was-the-one-you-loved-so-much.

I'll love you forever, 
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.


{See?! Tear-worthy!}

Please tell me I'm not the only one with disproportional attachment anxiety??
Unless I am, then that's okay....


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One more thing....?

you.are.amazing.