I’m going to New York in August. It’s a trip that I’ve been planning and wishing for since I was 21 years old. I’ve never been overseas, I’ve never wanted to go. We had our babies at a young age because we wanted to spend our early 20s raising a family. Raising Men. I’ve always wanted to be a young mom, and I can see the benefit for the boys in every way.
I turn 30 this year. Benjamin will be 4 and Noah almost 6 years old by then, so it’s time. They’re old enough to spend a few days without mom and indulge in some precious one-on-one time with dad. In truth, I think that all three of the boys are looking forward to some ‘guy time’ without mom’s watchful “Goof grief, get off that railing! Go wash your hands, get out of that tree, … Read the rest