This one escaped my notice completely, so without further fanfare and because this post truly is . . . L is for late. It's a word that evoked dread one week in August, filling every fiber in my being with fear and panic and apprehension and questions galore? Would I make a good mom? Could I make it work with the dad? What the hell was my mother going to say? Would Dad, in fact, go for the gun? Well, to make a very long, almost 18-year-long story short: it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Trust me, I'm not advocating unplanned or out-of-wedlock pregnancies, but it worked for us. I love you girls more than you will ever know, no matter how many times that I tell you that. In lieu of actual photos of my own, a Flickr mosaic about the word "late."
1. Too late, 2. running late, 3. 28 Weeks Later, 4. 2008-01-07-032_1 London Hammersmith Bridge Stormy Sky late light, 5. 28 Weeks Later - For Real, 6. Late Afternoon Promenade, 7. "In Loving Memory of my late brother, Ezri", 8. Hello, boss? I'm going to be late..., 9. Confess, before it's too late ~!