I know that it’s not normal to hear a beautiful song, and then instinctively wonder — to really consider — whether it would be perfect for my baby’s funeral.
“Where did the time go?”
You know the expression. Except, I really, really mean it. My baby is 7. SEVEN. And while I’m definitely a glass-half-full, look-on-the-bright-side person, I realized yesterday that Carly is over the hill. Continue reading “Over the Hill”