Today my 5-year-old son asked me if I liked being a grown-up. I told him that I didn't. He said he didn't want to be a grown-up either, because he didn't want to drive a car. And then after a moment of contemplation and a long drawn-out sigh, he jumped two times on my bed and then walked out of the room.

Infatuated again ( Read more... )

I want to live out my dreams. I want to be good to people and have them be good right back to me. I want honesty without malice. I want my friends to be healthy; not only physically, but emotionally. I want a soul mate that is my very own and no one else's. I want to be a good mother, a good daughter, a good big sister and a good friend. I ( Read more... )