The last few days have been great. I have been if not happy, at least content. I have even been going out of the house disguised as a human girl, with makeup and bare arms. Shocking, I know, but true.
I have been dealing well with my age, more grey hairs lately. And even dealing with my son turning 19. NINETEEN! WHAT?
I have no clue where the time has gone, and it’s less than a month away. HOW did this happen? I am not suppose to be this old yet. I don’t have the wisdom you are suppose to have now, I haven’t had enough time with him as a child. and … and …
Well, I never ever dreamed it would hit me this hard. I am resisting the urge to get out the photo albums and reminisce about what could have, should have been, and cry.
So, for now, I will pull myself together, bury my head in the sand and hope it all goes away.
He will always be my baby.