I hate getting older. Looking back on one’s life can bring a tear. It’s over. Yesterday. Oh, don’t mind me. I had one of those déjà vu moments coming home from the fair tonight. I saw my son at 1… his first time at the fair… with huge blue eyes gazing upon the bigness and brightness in wonder. Wasn’t that just yesterday?
Ok. So he was there with me tonight as well. But isn’t he thirtyish now? And isn’t that HIS SON laughing and wolfing down pizza and funnel cake as his big bright blue eyes dance with excitement?
And isn’t that my daughter with her daughter as well?
Oh, let’s not go there. Let’s just enjoy the time.
These chic's were being welcomed into the world by me and a little girl as we waited for that last egg to hatch repeating over and over again.... "They're so cute!!"
God knew what he was doing when He blessed me with grandchildren.
Two of my favorite things.
These ones were talking to Rissie...
and yes, she was talking back.
Santa?
Now that I'm older, I've become bolder.
Yes.
I did get in trouble for taking a
picture of Snake Woman.
I want to become an undercover reporter... now that I've revealed Snake Woman's secret.
Maybe getting older isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
