Crazy!

My oldest son turns 35

Today, New Years Eve, 35 years ago I became a 16 yr old mother. 

I see pictures of me at that age, 9 months pregnant and I look like a baby myself. 

What an amazing, challenging, beautiful, struggle, journey, adventure we set out on! 

This birthday, this one out of them all feels like my immortality slapped me in the face. 

I’ll be 52 in March. My mother died at 52. There’s an entire new adventure ahead in this chapter, I can’t imagine my book being closed at 52. Cheryl gone at 51. 

We throw away so much time. Think that we have so much more time. I’ve really been thinking about life, my life, the time I spent stuck in fear, sadness, regret. I wish that I’d been better equipped to move through those emotions in a healthier way but, then again, what happens when you waste too much time wishing rather than doing? 

35 years ago I started a chapter that gave me the true understanding of love.

What a blessing!

Me