Wait, yes I will.
On my birth certificate my dear mother spelt my name Karrie. Then she taught me to spell it Kari. She says it's b/c she wanted me to be called Kari Jo and well, Karrie Jo was just too long. I say it's b/c she thought it was too long for me to learn to spell. Silly, I know.
Now you know where I get it.
Seriously. Weirdness runs in the family.
And I like to stay up late. Right now it's exactly 11:43 and by the time I'm done rereading this post for the gajillionth (I may also be a bit of a drama queen) time, it will be close to midnight. I really do heart staying up late. It's a problem.
'Specially since I have 8 kids.
Don't worry, it's not a competition. But if it was....
kidding, it's Soooo not.
There are so many things I want to write about at the moment but I'm not going to just yet. Mostly because of the aforementioned 8 children who will want to do things like eat breakfast at 7 am promptly and I will want to roll over and pretend I am still kidless (wait, was I ever kidless?) in the morning if I don't go to bed really, very soon.
I just wanted to share this picture with you because it captures my heart.
And that is all.
My Love and my littlest love.
My heart might burst open.