Tuesday was Caleb's 12th birthday! And suddenly I realized that I'm getting old. Really. Old.
"I'm getting old" is a phrase I use relatively often. When someone's baby starts walking, or talking, or some other mile mark is reached and I can remember when they were born (usually less than 5 years ago). So yesterday I suddenly realized that my brother is a year away from being a TEENAGER and I can remember when he was born!
I remember finding out that He was a boy and wailing that I wanted a sister. I remember spending the night with some friends, and driving to the hopital the next morning. Everytime we hit a red light, we would sing out "Green light! Green light!' trying to convince the light to change. I remember stopping at the hospital giftshop to get a blue teddy bear for him. I remember looking at the perfect, red little baby that was my new brother. I remember watching him grow
So yes, I am getting very. very. old.
For pictures and things you can go to my Momma's blog and read her post!