It seems like yesterday...

I was sitting on the heater vents on cold, early mornings with that same "Don't even think about talking to me" look.







I was dressing up in my mom's clothes, robes, nightgowns and wondering what it would be like to be her someday (probably not what my boys are thinking about).





I was going to BBB's with my High School friends somewhere through the tunnel and not having a care in the world.