On Getting Older

Michaela started second grade a couple of weeks ago. It dawned on me yesterday that 10 years from now, she’ll be (practically) 18, and applying to college. Ten years is a long time, but it’s also not. It’ll go by in a flash.

My dad turned 70 last weekend. His mother, my grandmother, died at 83. If he lives as long as she does, we only have 13 more years with him.

This week, I turn 38. Thirty-eight. That’s solidly middle aged. How the hell did that happen?

Time is going too quickly.