You know how some couples call each other Mama and Daddy... not as in "go give this to daddy" but as in "hey Mama where are my shoes?" Well, no offense to anyone but The Esquire and I just don't roll that way. Until today.
This morning at 8:30am The Esquire woke me up. He normally wakes me before he leaves for work but I was surprised to see him still in his tee shirt and not in a suit.
"I promise I will never call you this again, but today it's ok. Good Morning Mama."
Yup. It's official. We're legal. We're parents. We have twins. I am a mama. The Esquire is a daddy.
Holy Hannah. Let the games begin!