...because honestly...
I can't keep up.
Camps, glampouts, road trips.
The very occasional backyard nap.
More family drives.
A few farm projects.
A theater debut.
Homemade and homegrown pesto. Bruschetta. Much bettah.
Chicks become pullets.
Ponies become pets.
Roses reach higher.
Friendships blossom.
Characters develop.
Grandparents are made, not born.
We heat up, we cool down.
Sometimes speed up, then slow down.
We realize: It's the journey.
