Birthdays are an entirely different ballgame than they once were. My Dalton will be turning FIFTEEN on Monday. Though I am so incredibly blessed that my deliciousness is still here with me, birthdays are a reminder that the sand in his hourglass is moving far too quick...
It's six o'clock in the morning. I'm in Oklahoma and I'm sitting in the follow vehicle behind three cyclists biking 1,500 miles from Birmingham, Alabama to Pikes Peak, Colorado.
A lot of things are on my mind.