I had a moment last night before going to bed where I looked at myself in the mirror and could almost see glimpses of what lies ahead. Tired eyes, hair that won't cooperate, comfy tshirt & sweats. It was like looking at myself a few years down the road, I thought "hey this is probably exactly what I'm going to look like as a mom." And as weird as it seems to think that, I'm okay with it. I'm beyond excited for the future, for love & marriage & a house & kids & everything--all the trials and tribulations and all the joy that comes with these things. Let's roll, adulthood. I love you.
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