My entire life, I have absolutely hated mustard. HATED IT. I believe I have referred to it as "the devil" on several occasions. But now, I'm not so sure.
Ah, spring. Everything seems to be sprouting up and turning green. But something else is growing up right in front of Holly and I and sometimes we forget it's happening. The kids.
Maybe it was the thought of my son driving, or how old he look dressed up for pictures yesterday, but I came to the conclusion that I'd like for my kids to stop growing up.