My youngest turns 14 today.
I could wax melancholic, ask where the time has gone. I could reminisce of the days he climbed into my lap, his favorite storybook in hand. Now he’d rather watch videos by his favorite YouTubers.
(Well, not all the time. A couple weeks ago, he was feeling sick and asked me to read to him. You can bet I dropped what I was doing …
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