Today is the Last Day.

Thanks to a brief storm last night, it was yet another very humid morning.  It didn't start off that bad, but by the end of the run my feet were sloshing in my shoes as if I ran through a large puddle.

But I didn't.  My socks were just drenched in sweat.

As if bathing in your own sweat is not gross enough, the wet air brings out all these little bugs that attach to you like flies to honey.

I know it's ugly picture.  But I always said this blog would include the good, the bad and the ugly.  Despite my disdain for even the daintiest bugs, at least I know it is coming.  Even when the rest of my world is rapidly changing, running has remained a calming constant in my life.

One big change is about to occur tomorrow:  the kids are going to turn three.

Considering my babies were the first babies that I ever held, it is probably not a surprise that my experience with small children is very limited, if even existent.  I have no idea what to expect.

It is rather intense to think about quickly they have transformed from babies to kids.

Today I have to grunt when I pick up Hayden's 40-pound body, but it was not that long ago that he lived in a carrier on my back so I could have Brenna in my arms.

Sometimes Hayden wants to go into that carrier but he now exceeds the weight limit so I cannot wear him.  So now, he has become this:

Today is the last day of our toddler years.