thankfully, theres more where that came from

I was looking through pictures from Christmas last year.If I had wanted to keep my makeup in-tact, that would have been a really, really bad idea.Brace yourself (and your heart parts) for a picture of OBaby on Christmas morning last year.I can’t look at that picture and not cry. This one, either:My teeny tiny wittle bee-bee!! O My Cheeks, where the heck did he go??I so wish I were exaggerating, friends, but both of those pictures just instantly melt my face into a puddle of mommy love + sadness + joy + heart pain. Which translates to tears. Lots and lots of big, salty tears.This? Was my baby with the Christmas tree last year.This is my baby with the Christmas tree this year (he thought that branch needed a teddy bear).{I have no words. Just tears. Happy, yet bittersweet tears.}