Last night was one of those nights when everything is hard to hold on to. My baby went to his first boy/girl dance. He wanted to look nice, nicer than even I expected. I dressed him in slacks and a button up shirt. He came out with Cologne and a tie, saying that he was trying to impress the girl he likes. He wanted his shirt tucked in and he wore a belt. I was so sad, not because he is growning up :'( but because I know some little girl is going to break his heart and change him a little. I have no control over his heart. I have no control over inconsiderate little fast tail girls. I want him to not have heart break, to not have pain. I'm a Mama. Its useless to try and fight it.
Not only that, I'm a hostage of frozen flecks of ice! So, I'm here with plenty of food and plenty of movies; BUT STILL STUCK!
I know why I'M here...what about you.. :)?
- Wing and a prayer
- This is the place where people come to find out about a single-mom-christian-women-foodie! Stay tuned for a very unique aimless blog. Pointed in no particular direction, that I can see. We sort of twirl here. WHOO HOO!!
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