Where do the years go?

I had a message yesterday from an old friend - and I don't know what it is, but the old friends are the sweetest. Perhaps the older we get, the more we need to touch base with those who remember us when we were young. Crazy. Full of ideas and so quick to make mistakes. Quite unlike the people who know me now that I'm a mom and a "responsible person" ha!

Anyway, where would we be without all of those twists and turns in the road? And would we be nearly this interesting? I heard somewhere that when you are old and hunched, and can't remember where you put your teeth, you need to have a past that you can look back on and keep you warm on a winter's night. I suppose that is what I was going for...

As for the last 7 years with Perry, I'm happy to report that all is well - and even better than it was when we stayed up until 4:00 am that first night, contemplating God, the universe, each other... He is every bit the man I hoped he would be. For that I am eternally grateful. Lord knows, we all make mistakes, and he isn't perfect. I am far from. Together, we are raising two perfect little girls. For them, I wish everything. For them, we have a planet with an uncertain future. An inconvenient truth. I pray they are able to take what they have been given and make the world a better place. I know they have made me a better person as I strive each and every day to be worthy of being their mother.

~Ashley