As the smell of meatballs lingered in the air, the bathtub draining played as the background noise to the evening, and as Mr. Man quietly snored on the monitor, I allowed the sheer exhaustion of the day to fill my body.
I slowly climbed in bed and took the first sip of my excruciatingly small glass of wine only to notice...the remote was no where to be found.
Once again I got up, searching through pillows and piles of laundry, only to give up the search and realize Mr. Man is getting to be too big and too sneaky!
I should have known something was amis when I found an old boyfriends sunglasses shoved in a drawer with Mr. Man's pajamas.
As the ball of wits and energy that is my son, quickly approaches 3 years old, I have to sit back and wonder...where has the time gone?
Wrinkles are starting to appear (they're faint...but Lord help me because I can see them!), I am approaching that age that is referred to as the "dirty thirty", and my son is getting bigger by the second.
I never thought my life would be like this, but almost 3 decades in this world, has honestly made me marvel at all God has given me!
