“Honey, you are my shining star
Don’t you go away”
At night while laying sleepless in bed, my head is filled with thoughts on how quickly time is passing. My baby is six—almost seven. We are more than “one-third-of-they-way-done” before she turns 18 and could move away to attend college… go back-packing through Europe… volunteer for some cause … move in a group house or worse yet with a boyfriend. I hope these next twelve years don’t go by as fast as the last six.