I thought I had a few more years.

I thought I had more time. I didn’t think it would happen so fast.  There is no one home for supper except the dog, and as long as I fill his bowl, he really doesn’t care if it is just him and I for dinner. The time went so fast, I can still remember the twenty-four hours of labour for my first daughter, the twelve for my second girl and lastly the final twelve for my son. There were the diaper years, the terrible two’s (which seemed to go on for years), the teenage years, and young adult. I still have my  seventeen year old son home with me but he has a girlfriend, and she comes before mom. Though when he returned from his school trip to France, his girlfriend was nice enough to wait in the car so I could receive the first hug, but then he saw her.

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