Andrea at Faded Plains sent me a lovely package that the kids made me wait to open until Christmas morning. I adore the lace in that tiny little bottle. It's a wee bit symbolic as I think I'm beginning to hear my inner clock ticking and I secretly wish I could bottle up these precious days. I've begun to cry at the littlest of nothing ~ mainly babies and the notion that I can't have anymore. (Mind you, five years ago I was begging for that tubal!) You would think that birthing & attempting to raise 4 children ages 18 to 5 would be grounding enough. But there is actually some sad part of me that wants this ridiculously difficult task of training up children to continue. Would you please, oh pretty please, tell me that hot flashes are not lurking around the corner?!!