So today marked the end, and beginning, of an era as Neal, my oldest, lost his first tooth. Of course, that’s really a misnomer since the tooth’s not lost. We all know exactly where the tooth is. It’s in the cute little Tooth Fairy pillow he got as a baby. He did great, until he saw the blood. That made him pause and rethink just what was happening. But he mustered up the courage, as did I, and with one quick pull, it was out. And the next thing I knew, I heard him ask for the car keys. What’s up with that? It was just yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital, all bundled up, head flopping around, momma screaming, me stopping the car on I-285 in the middle of rush hour to double, no quadruple check how secure he was in his car seat, which seemed enormous at the time. He can’t be almost six, losing his first tooth already. Can he? Where does the time go? I’m beginning to understand more and more the notion that life is truly a vapor, gone in an instant.
Yeah, I know it’s just a tooth. But every moment is a gift I want to live every one to the fullest. I just wanted to take a moment to reflect. Ok. Reflection done. Thanks for indulging me.