My son -- 1982
My son is 30 years old today, and I don’t know how that happened.
How did he manage to go from being this adorable little boy, peeking into the hospital nursery to get his first look at his baby sister, all the way to being a 6’4″ law enforcement officer who knows how to break down a door and clear a room — when I haven’t changed at all?!
My grandson -- 2010
Last weekend I baked some chocolate chip cookies with my grandson, and now looking at these two pictures, I’m having a serious bout with deja vu. I have to realize that the next 30 years are going to zip by even faster than the last 30 did.
I want to be around (and able) to teach a great-grandchild or two how to lick a beater properly.
And that’s why I keep running.
Weekend Runs
How nice it was this week to get back outside for a couple of days. Still a bit nippy, but at least without the wind it’s crossed over into the wimp-acceptable zone. And by golly, the forecast for Saturday looks down right half-way almost kinda pleasant (in comparison, of course).
Sunday? Not so much.
So I’ll be aiming for Saturday at Hamilton:
At the stop sign, turn right on Business (Old) Rt. 7 (Colonial Highway)
After passing Orchard RD on the right, turn left at the Hamilton Elementary sign – S. Kerr St.
– for some kind of out and back modification.