Sunday, May 18, 2014


We named ours Jasper.

18 years ago today.

He came home from a party last night, tall, late and unshaven, swinging his car keys around.

Me:  Happy birthday!!
Him:  I know! I was thinking while I was driving, if I were somehow arrested right now? I would have to go to JAIL! Can you believe it?

We laughed.  I hugged him, and he headed down the hall to bed.  My breath caught as his footsteps receded.

The answer is, No. 
I can't believe it.

Just look over your shoulder.
Just look over your shoulder.
Just look over your shoulder.
I'll be there, always*.

*  Except if you actually go to jail.  Then call your dad.


  1. Replies
    1. All it takes for me to burst into tears these days is a kind look from a stranger. Or a nice comment on my blog. Thank you!

  2. Right there with you, except mine will be TWENTY in two weeks. How did that happen? :(

    1. I have no idea. I was even good at Physics where they explained time and the earth's rotation and stuff really clearly and it still doesn't make sense.

  3. Hi Sharon! I'm Heather and I wanted to know if you would be able to answer my question I have about your blog! If you could email me at Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail(dot)com I would greatly appreciate it!