Seeing those baby girls.…alongside my grown up daughter….and son—it was impossible not to think back, and hum a few bars…..
Is this the little girl I carried?
It’s been that kind of weekend.
As proud parents (and sentimental slobs), my ex and I exchanged a lot of glances behind their backs, marveling at the two amazing human beings we produced.
I don’t remember growing older……….when did they?
Maybe I’ve become a cliche; I can’t say it any better than that.