It’s sitting there. Inches away on the coffee table. Bright white. Wording throughout.
My mind speaks. Only I can hear.
How is this possible? Almost 5 years have past. I’m not ready to move to the next stage of parenthood. I still have so much to work on, so much to work toward being a better person, to be a better mom. If 5 years goes this quickly, 10 years is just around the corner, then 20…
My thoughts begin to expose themselves.
“Crystal, is everything ok.”
Looking back at the coffee table. At the paperwork to enroll Braeden into Kindergarten. At Chris.
“It’s too fast.”
“He’s growing up too fast.”