old as the world

Our cat Pye is not a spring chicken. Nor was he born this morning. He is old, plain and simple, as he rounds the calendar heading towards 18. Old.

Our kids are not babies anymore. They're not toddlers or pre-schoolers either. They are kids, plain and simple, getting older, larger, and hopefully wiser all the time.

And then there is us. Together for 16 years, married almost 10. Not 19 anymore, but not having too rough a time with 35. It's been a wild ride.

Guess I decided to come back.
Talk to you soon.