Experiencing hot thirties while in our twenties and tens

Well I guess this is how we get started.

Blog post number one.

I honestly hope that this is going to be fun

as I type away, I dare say, I have no idea what I have begun.

The morning was crisp, bright and hot; the February heat pushed my mother into labor and out popped a son to my fathers favor. Fit and fast; the beard, the stride, the coffee maker.

four years later a little girl dressed like a skater breathed her first breath, her eyes as deep as the oceans depth. The boobs, the laugh, the GPS coordinator.

we thought they were done, then bang like a gun, the last one came like a thief in the night; dark hair, dark eyes but a heart filled with a fight. The small boobs, the adventure, the sandwich creator.