I’ve been taking a trip down memory lane this evening while
procrastinating researching articles for work. In the last 24 hours I’ve learned that
- The hedge along the main road near my house dates back to at least the 1200s and the reign of Edward I
- Jimmy Stewart was a Brigadier General in the USAF.
Neither of these things shock me quite so much as the idea that Eve is about to be five. FIVE. I was running this morning and the air tasted the same as it did the morning we left the house with my Mom, clutching the go-bag, tracking contractions, and chasing Quinn and Zeno back inside.
Seems like five minutes ago that we were celebrating her first birthday with cupcakes:
The party is a go: we’ve opted for an after school thing at a play place, sort of a happy hour for the under-sevens. We’re hoping a ton of her friends can make it.