It's like having a puppy at the beach.

I had lunch with baby Peggy and her mommy today. "It's like having a puppy at the beach" is what the new daddy at the next table told us. I think he was referring to having a baby in a public place. Everybody talks to you. Everybody wants to know how old the baby is. But most importantly, everybody tells you how sweet she is and how cute she is and how quickly the time goes. Duh. We know how sweet she is. We know how cute she is. And I know how fast the time goes and so does her mommy. While it doesn't quite feel like 'yesterday' that the boys were like puppies at the beach, it certainly doesn't feel like 20 and 14 years! 20?? Yes, 20. Ben is 20. It's a fact. And Wyatt is 14. That's a fact, too. And baby Peggy is 5 weeks old already. Her mommy has one more week before she goes back to work. I wanted to tell her all about that day, but her heart is already breaking, so I didn't. She knows it will be hard. But hard doesn't describe it. Looking back though, it was one of the many, many 'hards' of mommy hood. She survived pregnancy. That's hard. She survived childbirth. Hard. She even made it through the first shots. She will make it through her first day back to work, too. She knows she will. But it's hard. No other way to describe it. Hard. So, to baby Peggy's mommy.....she will be fine next week. And so will you. I expect that you will call me a time or two, or ten that day. It's ok. I'm pretty sure I have called you over plenty of hard things....I owe you. I also owe you lots and lots of free babysitting! I love you both......and while some things will get easier....there will always be hard things.

Today I am thankful for: The day after Friday, coupons, and temperatures out of the teens.