The kid goes back to school tomorrow. Junior year. She turns 17 in a few weeks. I swear to you, she used to be a baby. You wouldn’t know it to look at her now.
I remember when it hit me that I’d never spend time with the baby version again, and the toddler version, and so on. They’re at the core of this big person, but she barely remembers them. I hold s…
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