When they are babies, you wish you could just eat them up.
When they are bigger, you wish you had.
43,497.2 Miles Later
A Dance with Monkeys
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
What about when they get to be about, oh I don't know..say, 12 years old?
I decided that if I'm going to call myself a runner, I should probably run.