My baby is 18 years old today...
March 1st. I was in the bank today, and this is what the sign on the podium said: Saturday February 29th. "Is it leap year, or not?" the couple ahead of me asked. We could have used the extra day to catch up. But then, it would not be my son's leap into adulthood. If there were a pause, he would not be able to : what?? buy cigarettes, register with Selective Service, or drive across the Throgs Neck Bridge legally. Is our life much different? Not at all, because we have come to cherish each day instead of waiting for "the special ones" Does that rob us of a certain joy? Seems like it keeps us on more of an even keel. What do you think?
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