Last days. First days. Endless days.
Just a few weeks left and it'll all be over: our daycare days are numbered. Almost eleven years in all — How can life slip by so damn fast?
Tonight our youngest is "graduating", eating cake, running around in a frenzy with her big brother, her big sister, her friends. She's a spinning top, bursting with momentum and she won't be slowing down.
None of this will ever, ever slow down.
