29, going on 63...

Last Saturday night, my husband and I went to a birthday party. A real grown-up party where you had to be 21 to get into the venue, even. And what did I do? I showed people pictures of Jayla. Not just "people" - I showed her pictures to people who did not have children and, therefore, did not care. The next thing you know I'll have one of those bags with the plastic pouches on the outside, as if I have pictures of my grandkids to show-off.