40-40-40-40

In 13 days I will be 40. I've known all year that I was going to be 40 by the time Christmas came around, but now it seems like someone forgot to tell me I was almost 40. I don't think I'm stressed about being 40 I just feel like I need to keep saying it. You know, just reminding myself. I loved turning 30 and my life has just gotten better since then. I'm sure 40 will be just as wonderful. I think as a 40th birthday present to myself I'm going to try new things, be more adventurous, and be more fun. If you're going to give yourself a birthday present it should be one that keeps on giving; and not just to yourself.

Wait till you hear...

Ok, I know it’s been a while but it is so worth the wait. Here we go, drum roll- dadadada Logan really thinks he wants to go to the University of Montevallo! But wait…there’s more. You’re never going to believe what he wants to do. He wants to be a Theatre Major. He wants to get a B.F.A. He is really interested in writing screenplays. Maybe he’ll be the next Joss Whedon! 8^) Anyway, I am so proud of him. He is really stepping up and making decisions about his future. What parent could ask for more?

The moment

Have you ever wanted something for a long time but you didn't get it because you had other responsibilities? And it wasn't just the responsibilities, but what you wanted wasn't anything you needed or was useful. It was just something you really wanted and you wanted "the moment" that went with it. Then someone got that "want" for you and while they wanted you to have it-they wanted to give you "the moment" even more. And then what you wanted had to be returned because you still had responsibilities and things that had to be taken care of before you would feel right getting what you wanted. But it wasn't quite as important anymore because someone loved you enough to give you that moment. That it was important to them for you to have that moment, Sometimes it really is the thought that counts. Thank you Tam for all the beautiful moments.

Here he is...

After telling you all about my "come apart" over the senior yearbook pictures the least I could do was let you see how handsome he is. I'm so glad that even as a senior he still wants to hang out with us. You know, he and Tam really make my life wonderful. I'm blessed.

Some people

Have you ever noticed that some people just make your life a better place to be? They add something to your life that you would really miss if it wasn’t there. Logan adds so much to my life; laughter, good conversation, silliness, music…especially music. And he doesn’t just fill my life but he also fills others. Here he is teaching Scooter to play drums; they do this every time they are together. He’s just that great of a guy. Some people.

Begining of the end

This is it...and I am so not ready! Here is Logan on his first day as a senior. I would type more but I think I'm going back to bed until he agrees not to be a senior any more.

Sometimes you just have to

I hate having my picture taken; not dislike, not "really would rather not" but truly truly hate having them taken. Having said that...I love this picture of me with my family on the beach. Believe me I know it's a horrible picture of me but I want to always remember how happy we were on our first family vacation to the beach. Don't get me wrong we've been to the beach before, just not just the three of us. And it was well worth the wait.

Family time

What a surprise! We are at Navarre Beach. And we’re camping; just me and my family. Does it really get much better? Logan is about to start his senior year and I just needed some family time. I’m very lucky he still enjoys hanging out with us. I truly believe family is everything and mine is the best of the best. What a wonderful weekend.

Brokenhearted

Did you know you get grey hair from your kids? Not because they are bad or drive you crazy but because you constantly worry about them. Even when you don't know you're worrying about them you are. And you can sorta protect them...like keeping them from walking out into the street or not letting them stick the butter knife in the outlet and even stopping them from petting the nice big foaming at the mouth dog. But you can't keep their heart from getting broken and when your child's heart is broken so is yours. Love hurts and there is no getting around learning that lesson. And at 16 it's always love. Anyway, if you have a little free time today say a quick prayer for the brokenhearted, especially my Logan.

Isn't he handsome

Hey I'm going to try to post a pic of Logan. Sometimes I'm not sure how I got such a handsome young man.

Where did the time go?

I just don't understand. One day you're holding the most wonderful little boy in your arms...the next you're looking at senior portraits for the yearbook. There are days that I look at him and think,"Where did this wonderful young man come from?" Ok, so I'm not doing well with the "all grown up" stage but I'll get there. Now that we've picked out the picture for the yearbook I think I'll go look at some baby pictures. later

Here we go...

This is my very first blog and those of you who know me are going to find this hard to believe, but I have no idea what to say. So I'm just going to say hi! and promise I'll have more to say later.