nine along, bit different this time around
to happy childhoods |
your son is a father now, with a son of his own. how about that?
my world has shifted, exploding into an amazing realm of joy, of hope, incredible concern, deafening worry & endless doubt. did I mention joy?
looking at you kid |
all sorts of pondering on how to do it all, on how you accomplished all the good that you did. I suspect in the years to come I’ll have moments of incredible gratitude, as Rumbly grows up & I learn how to parent. wish me luck.
miss ya mom. all the time.
s.