Scrolling through my social media feed I came upon a link to a post where the writer was feeling so sentimental and emotional and a little reflective as she celebrates another year of living and all the years that she has celebrated living before this year.
The writer was celebrating her twenty-eighth birthday.
Twenty eight years of living y’all.
I guess it’s all about perspective. For me, when I was 28 I was the mother of one know-it-all 4 year old and just beginning the great adventure of caring for tiny humans…I also was quite certain that I had no idea what I was doing…about anything at all.
Meanwhile, Fallon was just today recalling the days when she was very small.
Yes, the good ol’ days…more than three years ago.
The days when she was a baby…a tiny, happy baby. A baby who was happy all the time. A baby who never, ever cried and loved more than anything to be rocked and cuddled and to take naps.
Fallon, have you ever seen The Daily Fallon? Ever?
She also sometimes tells people that her name is actually Caitlin, the child of very rich parents who for some strange reason finds herself here living with this family circus.
Caitlin? May I speak to Fallon now?
Her Starbucks lovers just might tell you she’s insane.
I can only imagine how much wiser she shall be when she is four…forty eight days from now!!!