I'm up way too late, again. It's so worth it though. There is Irish bread in the oven, apple butter on the stove and these in my tummy:
Oh wait, I mean these:
I didn't make them, but the cupcake queen herself, Brenda, made them for her dear husband's birthday... and shared :)
But forget all that, look at this picture my dad took (you can see it in action here):
It instantly makes me feel like the world is a perfect place. I love my dad.
I'm exploring new territory tomorrow with him in mind. He's an incredibly social person and I'd like to be that someday, again (I lost it somewhere between the ages of 18 and 23). I'll have a good friend with me but it still makes me extremely nervous. I know there is no reason to be scared about meeting a new bunch of moms but my nerves kick in at the mere thought of being in a room with more than 3 people to begin with, whether I know them or not. (This may explain the lack of sleepiness tonight.)
Breath in, breath out. Eat apple butter on Irish bread for breakfast, enjoy the fall drive to the base, and all will be good with the world. :)