What mommies do after everyone else has gone to bed.
Things have been pretty crazy here, both before and after midnight.
My husband’s graduate recital was on Sunday, and all of us have been spending the last year gearing up for it. (Well, except the baby. He just hung out in my womb for most of it, the lazy boy.)
Mark is one of those people who rarely gets nervous, whereas I’m one of those people who almost always is feeling anxious about one thing or another. While he was typing away on his paper, or practicing, or reading about the history of the horn, I was somewhere fretting. It’s just my way.
There is still one more thing he has to pass before he can graduate, but I feel confident that he will succeed.