Not 13 miles. 13 years.
That’s how old my baby, Carter, turned today. It was such an up and down day for me. I took the day off work and took Carter and a buddy to Valley Fair, and that was great. But then when it was time to bring him back to his dad’s, I was filled with such a crazy mix of emotions – sadness, anger, disappointment and regret, all rolled up into one overwhelming package that made me want to do only one thing: Run. So even though it was 90 degrees and sunny and I was “supposed to” be taking a rest day, I laced up my shoes and ran. And kept on running. And it was just what I needed.
Carter – age 2 1/2 – I love this picture. One of my favorite quotes: “The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child”
Now my baby is a teenager AND he’s almost taller than me!
