Time's Running a Marathon!

Yesterday my Niece Lacy turned sixteen.  The night before that I attended freshman orientation for Delaney.  In my mind 10 years ago was 1990, not 22 years ago!  When did time not only march, but decide to run a marathon?  I have a step daughter that started high school.  I have a niece that started her Sophomore year.  I remember both of them being born for pete's sake!  I can't be old enough, right?  I hear it's better to embrace the years.  The person that said that probably didn't have wrinkles, still fit into the same clothes they wore in high school and didn't have children growing fast than weeds!  My Niece Kelcy calls for boy advice.  I find myself not sharing what I was doing my freshman year of high school with any of them!  I'm pretty sure that I will be locking my year books away in a safety deposit box to only be opened upon my death, when they will then be delivered to my casket under security, like with semi-automatics, and buried with me.  Holy Smoke!  Have I mentioned in the last few months how joyous I am that we didn't have face book back in the day? 

As this marathon is being ran, I realize that I want to embrace each moment.  I want to be there for Delaney and involved in everything I can be as she goes through her high school years.  I want to figure out how to get to Texas more often.  I want to cheer all of them on from the stands and have shirts made up that announces I'm the crazy Step-Mom and Aunt and embarrass them.  I want to beat up anyone that hurts them and hand out our counseling cards to the parents.  Yes, I know, extreme, but man, you only will have this time once! 

Now that I'm done searching for anxiety treatment centers, I am proud of the girls.  They are awesome young woman who excel in school and are good girls.  I'm blessed they are not into bad things, that they are (for the most part) respectful, know what manners are and they love all types of people.

Today is Robert and mines second month wedding anniversary.  I don't have thank you cards out yet.  We're moving again.  I haven't officially changed my last name with the world, aka the social security office.  I'm deciding if running away from my life is an option?

Much love as I try to find my heavy duty anxiety pills...