to the rescue....

So yesterday I was feeling goooood! Last day to be "down" according to kind dr. G's instructions.  Then, wow, at 11:45 in the pm my nose starts bleeding like a sieve (again).  I'm having a really nice dream and suddenly wake-up, feeling like I'm drowning.  So, I start calling my teenagers, who are located on the other end of the house.   When I say "calling", I mean by way of cell. Sadie...no answer, Drew...no answer....what to do....need ice.....going down......Sadie calls back.  Sadie to the rescue with an icepack and reassuring words.   I love teenagers. Sincerely, they are amazing people.  I am loving having two in our home right now (plus one tween).  They help me to remember not to take things so seriously.  They help remind me that I was once a teenager too.  They remind me of that time in my life when my biggest concern was what to wear the next day.  They remind me to laugh and enjoy life.  Remember that song "Jack and Diane"?  Of course you do...one of the best of the 80's (in my opinion).  I heard it today in the car,  and it always makes me feel sentimental....makes me remember the big hair days when life was a little less complicated.  "Two american kids doin' the best that they can....." Every stage in my life has been good, but sometimes I wouldn't mind being 17 for just one more day.