Boiling Rice at 4:44.
It is my desire to wake each day with the goal of taking better care of my body (no excuses to miss the gym this early) and continue to do the best I can for my teens (sometimes I feel like giving up to my selfish desires). They are getting so old.
Yesterday, when filling out a survey, there was an entry for number of children in the household under 18. But when I tried to enter my oldest's birthday, the year 1998 wasn't present. The form stopped at 1999. This took be aback. I thought to myself, "2000 zero zero party... tonight we're gonna party like it's 1999. He was born in 1998, right?"
Just for a moment, 1998 it seemed so long ago. Before I know it, he will be gone. Gone on to college, into his post mommy life, his early morning/late night spontaneous hugs and kisses will be a memory.
So this morning, I boil rice for his lunch because I want to treasure these moments.