my clyde turned 9 on friday and made me feel really old and completely in awe of our lives — and of his life in the way it belongs only to him. our kids’ passing years mark the passage of time in an entirely different way than our own. it doubles up the fear and worry and also the hopes and dreams.

after a couple bazillion mini celebrations with friends and family, i do look forward to the january slowdown and for all that the new year holds for us all.

waiting for the big sigh. here it comes …