Time Waits for No Man (Or Woman)
This morning I met up with Girlymama at Panera. As she said in an email, “I want to catch up with you outside of cyberspace.” So that is exactly what we did.
Between trips to the potty (we each had a 3-year-old in tow) and trips to the counter (I had to keep my latte fresh!) and the 3 children we had between the 2 of us, we did manage to start several conversations. I’m not sure if we finished one or not, but hey. It was an outing. And actually, we were fortunate to ONLY have 3 kids with us. Can you imagine if we’d had all 6?
Oh look, here we are. No, this isn’t Panera. You’re a regular Sherlock Holmes, aren’t you? This is Hilton Head two years ago, and I just felt like posting it.
Her baby is the squishiest, smiliest little bundle of lovin’ I’ve held since mine were little. And my R was completely enamored. When I was holding him, she was glued by my side as usual, and at one point she leaned in and whispered, “I want to bring him home.”
“Yeah, that would be fun,” I told her. “But the thing is, they don’t stay like this for long.”
Truer words were never spoken.
Three Months Years Later: