Monday confessional

Believe me when I tell you that I have an embarrassing tale or two to share from my past. Including the more recent past, as in yesterday or the day before. 

I am just one of those people... I embarrass myself ALL THE TIME.

The other day I was looking at old digital photo albums on my computer and came to my sister's wedding from 5 years ago. Always fun to browse through, I stopped at this picture of the wedding party. You know, to see how I looked back then compared to now (it's what girls do).

Next I looked at the three little ring-bearers on the left (my brother-in-law's nephews) and thought how cute and little they looked, and at the little ring-bearer on the right, my son Cooper when he was only 3 years old, and thought how cute and adorable he looked, and then wondered who the little girl with the pretty ringlets was that was facing away. I thought it was funny that even though I was in the wedding I couldn't remember who one of the flower girls was so I laughed at myself before moving on, not really worrying about it. 

Until two minutes later when it came to me. 

It was MY ONE AND ONLY DAUGHTER. 

*insert feelings of acute embarrassment here*

Dear Kendall:

when you grow up and leave one day,

please send pictures frequently, 

just in case I go too long without seeing you

and FORGET WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE.

Love, Mom