Raising Grace All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.

I often write long blog posts in my head with the intention of sitting down and physically writing them out. But, then, that doesn’t happen and the weeks pass by, then the months, and here we are at the years passing by.

Passing by too quickly, I might add.

I just turned 44 years old. I don’t know that I’m happy to turn 44. I honestly wish I could pause time for myself and watch Gracie grow into the beautiful young woman I know she’ll become. But, in order for her to grow up, I must also grow older. Growing older sucks. I look at pictures of myself when I was younger and I almost don’t recognize myself. I look at myself in the mirror and don’t see that young face.