It's been a pretty quiet week around here which is why I haven't blogged much. November is the month that my first husband passed away. Tomorrow it will be five years. I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday but, at the same time, a whole other life time ago. My father's anniversary was on Monday. It's been four years for him and I swear I could cry at the drop of a hat still when I think about it. We buried him on my husband's one year anniversary. In between those two sad days there is a wonderful day, though.
Our oldest son turned seventeen on Tuesday. I drove him to school on his birthday so he could sleep in a little bit. I looked at him in the car and told him that I'm too young to have a seventeen year old. Do you know what his response was? Are you ready for this one? Without missing a beat, he replied, "yeah and you're too old to have a baby." Needless to say, the melancholy feelings went right out the window and I punched him. : )
Ahhhh, the joys of Motherhood. And to think I'm gonna start all over again!!!!! : )
(My first baby. Isn't he handsome?!!?)
Many blessings ~ Wendy
