not ready

I can't believe that my boy is about to be 5 years old. five. years. old.

OHEMGEE. I want to cry. I knew it was coming, and no matter how much I have prepared myself, I still can't fathom, that I have a 5 year old.

It's not that I don't want him to grow up, I love watching him grow and learn new things.

I am just not ready. I am not ready to enroll him in kindergarten. I am not ready to do real homework with him, or have him deal with bullies, or worse..girls. His little life has literally flew by, and although I have no regrets in raising the little bean, I want to go back. I want to smell his baby breath, or squeeze his humungo cheeks just one last time. I would wake up every three hours on the dot, if he would just let me hold him every once and a while. It is just all happening way too fast, and way too soon. I am not ready for him to stop being my baby, not even close..

Here.

I had a blog a few months back, and randomly one day, I lost all inspiration to share. I followed all the same blogs every morning, and enjoyed all the humor and inspiration from other people, but I lost my passion for sharing my life there.

I tried to get it back. Many times, I would start writing, and become bored. How does that happen? I was in love with my blog. I loved it. Recently, I have just felt compelled to just start fresh. So, here I am.

New name, new feel. New everything.

& I like it.

Here I am now, & I can't wait to flood this baby with ideas, feelings, memories, and inspiration.