whomp! there it is!

and it happened so fast. at least that is what i can see me saying to myself as i sit on the front pew, squeezing the life outta Michael's hand, waiting for my baby boy to say that special vow... what??!

i know, he's only 8 you say. 8. a measly little number in the world of love. but as i write, right this very moment, he sits talking to... da dum, da dum... a girl.

oh! why do they exist? what was God thinking? and attraction?! what's up with that? i just don't get it, if they didn't exist then my son wouldn't have to like them. (of course, there would have to be some *cough, cough* or my greatness wouldn't exist to bless this entire universe with candid clumsiness and a reason to laugh) but now, they are the enemy. only 8 my foot. it happens so fast and then WHOMP, you've got grandkids.

i may have skipped a step or two. my bad. but you know how the brain takes flight and imagination fuels the thoughts. whew, that was a ride.

i'm glad he's 8. i'm glad all it is right now is webkinz stuffed animals and laughter filled conversations. but when it starts... oh heaven! help us all...