Laughter is the best medicine sometimes.

This last week up until this morning has been an eye opener I think I knew things all along but my heart it's a silly thing and it always tries to see the best and I dunno I suppose you could call it naive. I don't like lies of any kind. Even little white lies they turn into more. . . I've been dealing with a large web of lies that someone continues to spin. If you have to lie to someone about the smallest things in the world, I don't know how you expect people to trust you. I just have to let go. It's like that country song about bad things she likes like chocolate, high heels, and a guy... and the guy is the worst of all. Oh I think there's always someone like that in someones life at one point or another. It's part of growing up, moving on, shifting through the "players, users, and haters."

I've been sitting here with my shirt rolled up to the top of my stomach watching Monkey kick and watching one of my favorite comedies (It's about football so it's probably not a super popular one - no not The Water Boy) drinking my water and laughing so hard I know Monkey probably is wondering what in the world her mommy is doing and what is so funny!

I've been thinking about Monkey's first roadtrip and her baptisim and her first Easter and her first baseball game. Her cute little St Patricks day outfit so no one pinches my super cute little Monkey, and who all I want to meet her and the countless trips we'll take, and even little things like hiking, bowling, and the grocery store with her in the little sling. In a month or so my life is going to completely change. Don't get me wrong I've thought about the 3am feedings, and the teething, and her fevers, and lots of other horrible things but it's all part of one amazing package.