It was probably Monday that everything started coming into focus, and my mind registered a life-changing moment. Katie and I went out to buy her first machine to measure time. Sure, she had other clocks before, but they served as toys, not tools of temporal precision by which to mark a day. No more casual days tuned only to the demands of playing, eating, sleeping and just being. Ah, well, enough of the melancholy.
Life happens, live it.
In the morning rush, there was no time free the zipper of her new back pack from the material that was so thoroughly wedged into it. I opted instead to pack her snack in a soft-sided lunch box, used once on a beach excursion. Kate liked it well enough and tossed it over her shoulder as she boarded the bus. That was before she saw what the other kids brought. Everyone else had back packs.