I am thankful for being comfortable to share this picture. My gray, wrinkles, and the bags under my eyes. This picture isn’t about how I look, but how I feel when with my little morning charge. Sometimes he is a whirling dervish so we dance and battle with our fake swords…other times he feels aContinue reading “Wrinkles and All”
Tag Archives: Aging
Being Five
Being five means you get to wear two pairs of gloves when you want to. It means french toast tastes better when cut into 24 bite sized pieces. It means being both in love and a bit afraid of a 10 pound dog. Being five means you can ask to marry that 10 pound dog,Continue reading “Being Five”
Dogs, Dads, and Coconut Bras
Lately I have been thinking about time…not time as in, it is 10:23…time like in, there was a time when I walked my own kids to school each morning. A time when my husband was one of the few dads who worked from home. A time when Fall meant guessing what the high school musicalContinue reading “Dogs, Dads, and Coconut Bras”
It happened!
I have the neck. The neck Diane Keaton hides wearing turtlenecks in July, the neck my mom “took care of” when she got her lift, the neck even my older sister (with a body better than many in their 20s) can not escape…the neck. I was in a Zoom meeting the other day with someContinue reading “It happened!”
The Age Thing
I am not sure how the age thing works. When I was little my cousins were SO old…now we are the same age. My kids are the oldest of their cousins, the first to hit all milestones…now the “little ones” are taller, hairier, and their voices as deep or deeper, they are equals. My cousinsContinue reading “The Age Thing”
Swooning 