I'm pretty unsure what to write about this week. I know next week, I'll have art night to talk about, but this week there is a lot less. So I thought I'd take a moment to reflect on something.
It is almost Lilah's 4th birthday. To me, my wife, my family, and two specific friends who met Lilah the day she was born - this is mind blowing. It feels like I blinked and that was all it took for her to go from being a teeny little bird to a little girl in school, bound for more. If I were the type to weep, I might start. There are things I miss and things I don't miss, but I think that comes with every stage of a life and, no matter how much I say to people "when Lilah is 18, I'll be 40 and have so much time still ahead of me." I can't help, but dread how close that really is. I get that our little ones grow, but comprehending it in my brain isn't the same as understanding it in my heart.
I do look forward to the next part of our adventure - I always have and I always will, I think - but it's difficult to stop and think about the parts that are coming and going right now.
