Yesterday was our oldest daughter’s birthday. We had 10 girls come over for homemade meatballs and spaghetti, an outdoor movie (yes, I set up a projector and screen outside in 45 degree weather), and a sleepover. I crashed hard at about midnight, feeling pretty whipped. And then I woke up at 2:45am, and decided to see if the house had burned down or not. There was a movie playing, and I shut it off.
Hard to believe that she was so small such a short time ago. Why does time compress the older you get? I feel like my years from 6th grade to high school graduation were so long, and college graduation seems like yesterday. Why is this? I just don’t know.