My youngest… She Who Rules. The one who looked… Oh… Like this when I started blogging:
She Who Rules is now pushing six. She lost her 4th tooth tonight. The tooth fairy even left her a note! The tooth fairy also realized that she didn’t have anything under a five on her. That being said… It was a front tooth. Everyone knows those are worth more money.
This is my girl. Today. In all her glory, complete with marker on her face.
Hey, it adds to her charm. As if that wasn’t enough to make me feel somewhere younger than Old Man River but older than Old Yeller, my Son, The Future Cardiologist, turned eleven. ELEVEN!!!!
This was him when I started my EMS journey. Younger than his baby sister is now.
This is him today.
That’s my boy. My nose. My bad eyesight. My complexion (Sorry, kiddo, you’re going to suffer from the pimples well into your thirties if I’m any indication), and my height. The only thing he didn’t get from me is “paleness”.
I couldn’t be prouder to have such a tenderhearted, generous, handsome, gracious young man as a Son. And for God’s sake, I pray he never sees this post. For the *checking sitemeter* six… count them SIX readers that I have… Please don’t tell FC about this.
All joking aside. I have two beautiful children who make the really bad days bearable and the good days that much sweeter, and all of the stretch marks and wrinkles and gray hairs a non issue.
Am I getting old? Hell YES I AM. But we all are. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I have everything I need and then some.
Be safe out there,