Delectable Thought

Today you are four! Four is a good age, a fun age. You are already an incredible little boy and everyday I catch glimpses of the man you'll be one day. You LOVE to talk and make jokes. You love to "play pretend". Sometimes I stand back when you don't know I'm watching and take in your imagination and creativity. You are shy sometimes, but you love people. You are determined and no never means no to you. It means find some other way. This can exasperate me sometimes, but I know that one day this determination will serve you well. You love music. You already are selective in your choice of music. I like that about you. You are rambunctious and loud and don't really have an inside voice. Even your laugh is loud, but mine is too, so I understand. You are a lot like me. I see myself in you. We look a lot alike. You have my eyes and a lot of hair like me and I'm already starting to see a spattering of freckles on your face and arms. But you're like me on ...

I like to run.  I run a lot.  Not a lot like these ultra runners, but I logged 86 miles in the month of July. I impressed myself. Sometimes though being a runner and being a M.O.B.-- mother of boys don't flow cohesively.  Enter this bad boy--the stroller not the baby.  I snagged it today from my new friend Jennifer, whom I just met when I bought this stroller from her today in the parking lot of Panera in Brannon Crossing. I paid 50 bucks and walked or better ran away this little piece of running freedom.  Obviously my awesome husband accommodates my running or I wouldn't have logged 86 miles this month, but this blessed little (large) thing gives us all a little freedom and lets my boys have a little fun riding along on my runs.  I know life is compared to a race. And what's important is that we run steady and that we finish well. Life has felt like a sprint lately and it's seemed to fly by at locomotive speed.  I learn a lot about motherhood, life an...