I don't really know why I named this post as such, but the truth is just that... I am not getting any younger.
And Isabel seems to like to point that out to me, both knowingly and unknowingly. She is quick to point out to me that she will be going to 6th GRADE in the fall... WHAT THE..... WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN???? I feel like it was only a year ago I was taking her to her first day of kindergarten, and now she is starting 6th grade. Besides that, she is about an inch taller than me already, is wearing MY size shoes, and can fit into my sister's clothes.
So why should Friday be any different? Yesterday I took Isabel to her first weekend camping trip with the Girl Scouts. When I tell you that I was not prepared... it is an understatement. There were no tears shed, but I was not ready for her to be SO happy to leave and spend the weekend alone, well at least away from me and not with her dad!