My truck is gone! (sigh)

Last weekend was a very sad one....I sold my MUCH beloved red Dakota truck...oh such sadness!! I bought this truck new and it's been my baby ever since. I LOVED this truck. So many adventures...if that truck could talk...oh my God! ha The more I think about it, the more I realize what that truck symbolized - my past single, no commitments life - which obviously are lonnnngggggg gone. I love my life and am happy where I am at - letting go of that truck was hard but a very necessary thing for me to do. Besides - all of us couldn't fit into it anymore! awwww another chapter in my life story has begun! Buckle your seat belts folks! IT's going to be a wild ride! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Just rambling

My kids are growing way too quickly. I'm trying to enjoy each and every minute of them. As I type this, Myla Mae is smiling at me so big, babbling away like we are having a conversation. At almost 4 months old, she is so far ahead of her game! I mean, at 9 weeks she rolled over (and not on accident.) At birth she lifted her head and her eyes followed me across the room! Preston did this as well and has been ahead for his age developmentally. Perhaps generations are getting more intelligent? God I hope so!