Beau: How old are the girls from Fuller House now?
Me: I think DJ is around my age, or a little older. 40 maybe.
Beau: She doesn’t look 40.
Me: Yeah, well… How old do I look?
Beau: Without your makeup 39.
{Hmmm…}
But really, age is just a number, right?
I recently told my neighbor I was 38.
And then the next morning I thought to myself, “No, I’m 37 still.”
However, in my head I have to remind myself I’m no longer 23.
Beau turns 9 tomorrow.
I have no idea how that happened. Nine years. Already?
When I look at him now I can’t see the baby he was.
And when I look at his newborn hospital photo I can’t see the boy he is now.
I wish I could go back in time, just to be able to remember more.
To seal those little moments away.
But time only marches forward.
So onward we go!
The making of emojis has taken over my work room.
Because why not?
Seriously though, how is it that children and all their stuff (and they have so much stuff) manage to take over every room and surface in the house?