Two freshmen, one senior. Something about seeing a senior drive off to school for her last "First day of school" kind of makes me feel old. But how can I feel old when it also seems like it was about 3 weeks ago that I walked her into Mrs. Tsuchiguchi's Kindergarten class? How did it happen that my youngest are starting high school when I'm certain it was no more than six months ago that my husband and I brought these four pound babies home from the hospital? When did my oldest grow up, moving out and starting a life of her own?
Why can't things slow down so I can enjoy every moment just a little longer?