Doctor's appointments with my mother today. You look at her. She looks at you. How can I have a son this old? I'm thinking she's changed in the few weeks it's been since I've seen her last. Time is now moving in greater leaps. My youngest son is at his senior prom tonight. In a month, high school and childhood will be behind him. My middle one graduates college this weekend. There's this sudden dizzying sense of the world being rearranged around me all at once.
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