You know, I have this memory of being in the hallway at my mom and dad's house. I was a young girl, and it was New Year's Day. I remember being really sad that the old year was over. I was by myself, and I started crying.
I still have a hard time with the passage of time.
Last night, before Aryn went to bed, she started to cry. For the same reasons that I cried so many years ago. And it made me think...we really are, our mother's daughters.