This week we've had a LOT of younger furs at the house. That's great, it's fun to see them and keep in touch with that perspective, but it's kind of exhausting, too, and the whole "nownownow!" thing is off-balancing when I'm getting into a "you know, whenever" sort of mode.
To every day there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to plant, and a time to reap. A time to build up, and a time to break down. A time to dance, and a time to mourn. The gifts that adulthood brings aren't for the young, but we can share them, which is something small, but something.