I've been pretty busy lately. I don't know if I'm working or thinking harder. Turning 60, I know my life is more than half way over. I'm ok with that. I've done some amazing things, but my proudest accomplishments? These three:
I know I can't take credit for the amazing adults that they have become, but I shared everything with them for nine months. I wiped their bottoms and their tears. I thought I was the strong one but they have given me strength and reasons to find joy. They are responsible for the silver in my hair and lots of laugh lines on my face. A few worry lines too.