What an insane day. For so many reasons. But the only thing that matters right this second is the alarming thought that I just kissed my 1 year old goodnight for the last time. Tomorrow night, I'll be smooching a two year old.
Carter was born at 2:16 AM. The clocks set back at 2 AM tonight. So he'll be 1 for an extra hour. Is it TOTALLY weird that that comforts me?