I have no idea how my older son could possibly be 20 because I don’t feel like I’m pushing 52. No, that’s not true…my achy body wakes up every day with another new pain and says, “oh, yeah, lady, you are SO pushing 52.” But, hey, at least I am waking up every day! Like an acquaintance always said, “growing old is better than the alternative” (since we can’t pull a Dorian Grey).
Sharing an old doodle of my son who, unlike his younger brother, loved to nap. 🙂