here i am.... browsing around on the net... living vicariously through manda's and al's lives and realizing how sad that seems...

when did i get so old? all i talk about now are my kiddies... my groups... my hubby... i get together with my friends and we play with toys instead of dance up a storm.

but then, i realized how much it really doesn't matter to me. sure, excitement for me now is the hour that both kids are asleep at the same time. a great day is when i get to spend some time with the hubby... even just watching tv. and, that's okay. i have such joy in my life! wrestling on the floor with keyzia, cuddling a sleeping ephraim... hearing my daughter laugh at something that i've seen a thousand times, and watching my son gaze adoringly at me, as if i am the most wonderful person he has ever seen. hearing keyzia say 'momma' in that excited voice first thing in the morning... these are my joys in life. my trials, at times, but above all, my joys.

while my trips to the bar have changed to trips to the park, i wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. my life is full, complete, and i am happy. i thank God for that.