A few days ago, I called Wild Man’s phone and got his voice mail. It was the voice of a child, recorded not six months ago.
Today, Wild Man said something from the other room and I heard a young man’s voice. Where did that time go?
Just a few months ago, PWM and I were ferrying Rosie Girl to her activities.
Now, she drives herself not only where she wants to go, but also to run errands for me and PWM.
Two months ago, I was taller than Wild Man. He’s now two inches taller than me.
Rosie Girl has a job interview on Wednesday. When did she get old enough to work?
Some days are so long . . . I almost look forward to not having to supervise their education, to not making sure that they have adequate winter clothes, etc. I wonder if my house will ever be clean.
But then a catch of glimpse of my babies and want to hold them to me forever.
Just a normal mom, I guess.