As my boys grow up (up and up and up) I miss the days when my lap was their favorite seat. When my hugs and kisses were welcomed. When I was “the prettiest gwirl” in the world.
But that was then and this is now. Now, my mere existence makes me the most embarrassing woman on the planet. And kisses- ha! Wiped off quicker than chocolate frosting from a doughnut. Yet, the dogs can lick their face- can someone explain that to me?
Anyway, I digress. Fridays are about finer things and Friday favorites.
That is why I smile to myself, as I type this post, and my 13 year old son’s head rests on my lap as he sleeps his cold/ear infection away. I know these moments are fleeting- they are few and far between.
So I will sit here all day if need be and cherish every moment.







