Never been prouder of my child.

Tonight we ate out. I was chowing down on my bacon cheese burger when I heard Lizzy say, "Mommy! Look!" And so I looked. There, perched on the end of her cute little nose, hung a spoon. Despite her shouting and wiggling around, it stayed attached, and I am not ashamed to say that I have never been prouder of my daughter. This might be better than her first steps, even. She has my nose! My daughter has my nose!