I clearly remember grandma Lois telling me not to wish the days away, that one day my little chickens would be grown and have their own lives, they aren't there yet, just about half way and I am racing to beat the clock. I am realizing how little time I have left with them, how soon they'll be rich and famous and off on their own adventures, stopping by for a visit here and there. It makes my heart ache to start over again, to be twice as patient.
Cait turned 13 this winter, I can't even imagine that 13 years have passed since she came into our family.
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