When I was a kid, one of my absolute favorite stories was "The Monster At The End Of This Book". You know the one... Grover from Sesame Street begs you not to turn the page because there's a monster at the end. He ties the pages together, boards them up with a hammer and nails, builds a brick wall - anything and everything to stop you from turning the page. Of course you do, and when you do, Grover loses his mind.
Last week, I was catching up on some emails after Jen and I put the girls to bed. About an hour later, Jalen got up to go potty and she came in to cuddle with me before she headed back. That's not technically allowed, but these moments are growing rarer with each passing day, so I wasn't about to deny her. I closed my computer and set it to the side. Half asleep, she crawled into my arms, closed her eyes and began to drift. Who was this way too big 6-year old curled up in my arms? How did we get here? In that moment, I recounted how much she'd grown and changed in these short years. A happy thought and a sad one too.