twirl into your life
a sweet pink rush
of kisses and hugs and giggles,
petticoats and tiaras,
soccer cleats and mudpies,
baby dolls and bicycles,
makeup and skinned knees,
spitfire and swallowed tears.
They're a wonder to behold,
an ever-changing blessing.
Today my baby turned 24 years old. Does that still qualify as a baby?
(I'm not really asking. I know it does, when you're a mom. I'm 56 and still my mama's baby, even though I do most of the bossing and mothering these days.)
Tonight we celebrated with pizza, ice cream, chocolate cake, and lots of laughs. I wish I could share the photos, but I'm forbidden.
On Monday TG's boyfriend starts Air Force bootcamp. Please keep him in your prayers.
There have been lots of sweet! moments in the past few weeks... a wedding, the 4th of July and fireworks, lunches with friends, tiny morning glories beside the road, and baby deer toddling across the road ... but probably one of the sweetest things is I've been too busy with work and clients to share the others with you! That's an answer to my prayers.
I truly do enjoy this job I resisted for so long, where I'm able to help people find homes, or be rid of properties so they can move on to a new dream. It's challenging, but that just adds to the sweetness of it. I have good intentions of getting back into the rhythm of blogging, but we'll see.
However, today was my baby's birthday, and I just had to share that sweet! with all of you!