Another year has gone by in a blink. The years do seem to fly by faster with age, and I've been having so many moments recently of wondering how time can play such mind games. It's been three months since I finished school, and somehow the rest of my life has swallowed up the voids left from classes, papers, and Zoom calls. It's almost like it never even happened, and those two years were just a brief detour. I'm turning 33 next week. I swear I just turned 30 . Holly is starting preschool next week, after being at the same home daycare for the past three years. I remember agonizing over how much breastmilk I could pump for her and wishing she could tell me anything about her day. Now she talks nonstop about her friends, about who likes Little Mermaid, who likes Elsa, and who got time out. She can write her name, use the potty, and feed herself. She has even told me she hates me. She's really not a baby anymore. Curtis and I can't help but say it every sing...