It's super comforting when you're sitting, waiting for an appointment that you know is going to hurt a little, and you get a couple of pictures of your daughter running barefoot through the nasty San Francisco streets. In her pajamas. But look how excited she looks! I absolutely adore these photos and the happiness she exudes in them. It was the perfect waiting room anecdote. I normally HATE the doctors office, but somewhere between the 'pushing a baby out of your hoo-hoo' and the 'constant poking and prodding of all the pain classes and appointments', I've grown quite fond of them really. It feels like a second home. All modesty is gone. It's like going to the salon at this point. (Alright I'm lying, I still hate it, albeit I hate it A LOT less...).
I'm still fussing around with Typepad. It ain't easy trying to teach yourself computer coding. The little bit I do know (emphasis on little) has gotten me nowhere. I'm seeking outside help in the form of ex-colleagues/friends who are willing to give up their free time to fix me up a website! All of this to say it will be a little while longer until I'm ready to unveil, if you will. Oh, the suspense!
As always, and on a serious note, thank you to all who stop by and follow this story of mine. I really do appreciate all the support and encouragement I get from people for this here beauty of a