you babysat us -
the older cooler one with an endless patience for wee ones who clammered to impress the age we never believed we'd get to ourselves -
and now I stare at photos at your beautiful children, the love that you found
and I cry over the very obvious passage of time.
Will I find that?
When did he grow up?
When did I blink or turn my head or become so oblivious that I missed his growing up?
He's a handsome mini man now with a new baby brother!
It felt like seconds ago that I held him, an awkward bundle in an awkward teen's arms.
Time, darling, please, ease up on that pace a little, I'm starting to fall behind it seems and I've never been a fan of losing races.
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