From that day onward, this strange brew of feelings will remain inside you — because every single one of your youngest child’s firsts will also be your lasts.
"No matter what he chooses, when church is over, he is exhausted and anxious. He makes his way back through the crowded lobby and the smells and the people touching him and the kids playing. He panics. The meltdown begins."
"I’ve heard it. You’ve heard it. Maybe you’ve said it. You know someone. I know someone. Maybe you know 10 someones. And yet saying it is seriously not cool."
