Tuesday I cried.Not a lot, but, a mama needs to slow down, tear or two.
This past weekend we enjoyed a catered backyard BBQ with some of Dave's co-workers. Those get togethers, mmmm, my cup-of-tea.
As we moved around the crowd we chatted with newlyweds, a dating couple, and lots of 'old folk' like ourselves.
We laughed at the newlyweds, eyed the giggly daters, wanted to comfort the token expecting mom, and watched the naughty babies trying so hard to keep up with the older kids.
Chewing over our thoughts that night it hit me. Dave and I are growing old.
When we were dating wayyyy back in the late 90's Dave sang a song to me. Come to think of it, it may be the only song he has actually sung to me. Don't know if he remembers, or will admit to remembering, but we were once giggly daters. Daters who sang songs to each other.
As I had my momentary tear of exhaustion, Dave offered me his shoulder. (He also mumbled something silly, like, I shouldn't go to Walmart at 5:30 a.m. just because I was awake, apparently that makes me grouchy?)
Life is fast. Slowing down enough to enjoy the moment is my new goal. And, ahem, sleeping better.
Here is the link to THE song.
