Today is the 12th. Two days left. I am dreading this. My hands seem to clam up whenever I think of it. I hate to admit it. Another Birthday. But there is nothing to be done. Time passes us. Is vanity part of it? Ya, I think so. Some nights when things are quiet I sneak to the bathroom, lean in nice and close to that reflection and just stare at those lines that are appearing on my face. Why must this happen? But most importantly my babies are growing. Simply growing too fast! And though I love our busy weekends, and look forward to the summer camping trips I like things the way they are. I don't want to take things for granted. I will take the struggle of "gross" dinners and picking up toys over driving lessons, teenage mood swings and OH- the matter of what they will want to wear!!! I don't know if I can handle Aubrie dating and Deacon shaving! (getting ahead of myself I know but it just can't be helped!) I like things simple. Milk, lego, and dolls. So for now I like things as they are. Not perfect but very lovely. My sweet children...please be good for me.