This picture was taken roughly six months after Bill and I were married. We're like Mork and we get younger as we age (har har).
I am in a situation that has thrown me in with the 'young mom' generation by having little ones in my old[er] age. I hadn't planned it this way. In my vainess I was planning on being the youngest mom at high school graduations, at the MTC seeing my son off on a mission, and so on. But life bit me in the tush and reversed things a bit, now I'm the oldest mom at play dates (and probably the most opinionated and outspoken - which is probably why I'm not asked my opinions directly much), I feel more like a grandmother at the children's museum than a mom. I don't have the teenage parent lifestyle I dreamed of having, my babies can't sit through any athletic event, or concert, and we can hike as far as Danni's legs will go (about 2 miles). There are advantages, live in babysitters, extra hands to carry, feed and rock the little ones, the mother/child cooking sessions paid off and they can whip up a good meal and clean the kitchen decently. So life is not bad, it's just not exactly what I expected.
I think I'm going to embrace the phase I'm in. Let my hair grow into it's natural color (grey) and not stress too much about my weight. I have started working out in earnest because I do want to be healthy, and in these two weeks I've put on 4 pounds (if anyone comments about muscle weighing more than fat I'll scream).