Firsts, Seconds, Lasts...
Today my little meatball turned seven. 2555 sunrises. 2555 morning stretches. 2555 goodnight kisses. 2555 days traveling a dirt road off the beaten path. A path on which, this year, we saw the greatest puppy ever known, chocolate chip pancakes and lazy Sundays anchored by nothing but bacon and feety pajamas. It seems as if every year is just another year closer to further away... from me. She walks. She talks. She loves. She hurts. She contributes. The meatball is my youngest daughter. A lot of firsts for her were seconds for me. I take less pictures. I shoot less video. I spend less time worrying about things I can't control. Now I understand that these firsts that are seconds, are lasts. I remember longing for the day that she would wipe her own ass. Why are her arms so short? It seemed like such a burden. Now I understand that these are burdens that only the most blessed of people carry. I want...