tonight we were at dinner and i was looking at malena and thinking about how it seems impossible that in a couple of weeks she goes into first grade.
how is that even possible?
i have no idea. i am pretty sure that we just brought her home from the hospital yesterday.
then i read this.
i am not the only one thinking about change.
there is definitely comfort in that.
the clock hands continue to go.
tick tock. tick tock.
time isn't slowing down, so all we can do is hold on and make the most of it.
i am holding on as tight as i can.