There is a young woman who was a wife and a stay-at-home-mama.  She enjoys reading and working in her garden.  She frequently spends free time with ladies from church. Her and her family can often be found grilling and conversing on the patio with their neighbors. She reminisces old times with old friends and goes to bed by 11:00, even on weekends.  The woman enjoys cooking and finding yummy recipes that are also healthy for her family.  She is trusted by many to handle backyard estrogen levels and sort out kitten fights.  She does so with out a scratch.

But she’s happiest sitting on the patio with a sun dress on; happy little girls in the yard and her topless husband serving cold fruit and pouring her a fresh glass of sweet iced tea.

When did I become that woman?  So domestic and “simple.”  Being a grown up is so surprising sometimes.