She's Home!

Let the Holiday Season begin,  my girl's home! I've been stuck since August living here with five males,  who combined have ten balls and sixteen feet. That makes for a lot of foot traffic and misguided urine.

She bounced back into the house like a beach ball. We hugged, talked for a few minutes then she immediately took over the computer. Dang, I've missed her bossy ways. She'll make an excellent wife one day.

I've got her for over a week so felt okay when her brother suggested going to Taco Mac.

Off they went and here I sit. I'm a happy momma. I have kids who still want to hang out together.

I have three kids who have all traveled different roads. I have one on the underside of the world, another relishing the college life and still another who may have faltered but finally found his way.

I have five more days to work then we are headed to Orlando for Thanksgiving at my own brother's new lake house. Zach can't go, he is working  two jobs both in restaurants and trust me, it ain't easy getting holidays off. At least he will be here to take care of the pups and have already promised myself I will do something really nice for him when we get back.

It's been a tough road  the past few years but the way seems obvious now. Keep on truckin!

Life is almost back to normal, well as normal as us Cotton's get. We have four years of college to pay for but our house will be paid off by then so it kind of works out perfectly.

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

Not only was Bob  Dylan a poet but could have been parent of the year.

I can't stop my kids from making bad choices...the line is drawn now. I am on the sideline as their cheerleader. But as I see them make mistakes, which they have, continually amaze me with their resilience and determination to own up, pay for and learn from unfortunate decisions.

Yep, I'm raising Winners!

The times they are a-changin'!

Going to bed a happy momma. We may not have a lot of money  but have a butt load of love in this house. And  Love is all you need.

Til next  time...COTTON