Just a few pictures of our Sunday evening. I can't process our awesome weekend yet, but there's a big post about that coming soon.
This is what took place upon returning home. My baby grew up just a bit more.
I really wasn't all that sentimental about it 'til I started paying attention to Sean's guiding hands on our boy. Then Sean started watching me, waiting on me to cry.
It's just that I still think of myself as this young, fresh outta highschool type girl. I don't think of myself as this woman responsible for the churning out of three men. How did I get here? How did he get here?