Last Night

Last night I looked at newborn pictures of Elise and cried. She looked so tiny and fragile. There's this picture of her in her swing and the waist strap thing that buckles her in came up so high on her tiny body that it was right under her chin. That's when I lost it. Seeing that picture just about killed me.

Then last night in my sleep one of the characters in my dream was named Beezus Cardboard Valedictorian. I must have been thinking about Jesus Christ Superstar or something. That has nothing to do with the baby, I just didn't want to forget that silly name.