I feel incredibly lucky to have known, to still know, and/or to have obsessively loved each of these guys.
All of a sudden it hits you: There's something going on with my kid, and I can't do a whole lot about it. This is where you'll want to lose your shit.
The other day I was leafing through the racks of a local Goodwill when I saw it: a bright pink sweater covered with multi-colored hearts. I swooned, smiled, and then stopped: Was this too girly?
My husband is all about carefully wrapping and boxing things, and I'm prone to throwing stuff in the back of the car, unboxed and unlabeled, and then being heartbroken when something breaks.