My Critter, my baby boy, my sweet little guy….turned 10 today.
I broke martini glasses in a fit of rage.
I begged Father Time to stop.
I laughed hysterically that my life has sped so out of control.
I counted at least 20 more grey hairs, some of which were even on my head.
I gazed listlessly at photos taken years ago, and wondered things like:
….where did my little boy go?…
…if he misses me holding him on my lap as much as I miss holding him….
….will he retain his silliness over the next decade, or will life knock it out of him?…
….what the heck was I thinking by wearing pony tails?
These are the questions that will keep me up tonight.
I hope the rest of you fare better.