I got married in June to a wonderful man. Keith loves me the way all people want to be loved, but few ever get the chance. I thank God for him every day.
While on our honeymoon, Thomas's baseball team won the league tournament.
Thomas also started Junior High. He's growing up. *sigh*
Kevin turned 9 in July, and Thomas turned 12 in August. I look at them now, with little sprouts of man hair, and the bathroom filled with Axe, and think... where did my babies go? And then Kevin will come over and sit in my lap, or Thomas will ask me to scratch his back, and they're my babies again.
Oh, and Obama has yet to completely destroy the America I love. He keeps trying, but the Loyal Opposition keeps fighting back, preventing us from becoming a socialist state.
At 42, I see the world as a troubled place to be most of the time. I see the rotting porch board out back as a symbol of that trouble: from a distance, it looks ok. Weathered, and in need of a good power wash and paint job... but when you step on it, it crunches underneath your feet, making you wonder how long you have until your weight finally makes you crash down through the rotten wood.
I just hope that by 43 I get the plank fixed and no longer feel like I'm about to crash.