I had no intentions of this being such a sappy post.  We took down our tree tonight, and I realized it could be the last time my son and I put away the ornaments together.  A few years down the road, and I’ll be boxing up all his old things and sending them to his house.  I’ve spent years threatening him that I was going to ship all his things off if he didn’t clean his room, but I never thought I’d really have to do it.

My daughter wasn’t even here to help take the tree down.  She’s spending a few days in Colorado with family.  She needed some time away from Mom and Dad, but I wish her little head would peak into my room.  It annoys the crap out of me when she does it, but I miss it when she doesn’t.

My husband and I have been telling ourselves for years that as soon as our daughter graduated high school, we were going to sell everything we owned, buy a motorhome and we were gonna live off the land.  Sounds like a great plan, except that I’m getting to the age now where the idea of being on the go constantly sounds like a serious pain in the ass.  I just realized that I’m going to be that cranky old lady that sings to her cats.  Oh crap, I’m already that old lady.

Love your children, hug your friends, sing to your cats (and dogs).  Most people will think your a total nut job, but there will be a few who will jump in and join the club. 

Happy New Year!