We’re in the Outer Banks for an end-of-summer family vacation. All six of us: we managed to work in two weeks between end of summer jobs, beginning of college classes for my oldest two.
Three or four years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined that having all my children within arm’s reach, at the same time, would be such a fleeting, gossamer state.
Just back from dinner. They all walk faster than I do, now.