100 days left of officially mandated daily posts. What a trip; it’s hard to believe 100 short days separate now and the new year. And this new year will bring with it so very many new things: MCATs, biology, a little bean, and surprises galore. Sweet boom is taking this not-so-much-a-milestone-as-a-bread-crumb anniversary in her usual nine o’clock stride: curled up with legs daintily crossed beneath her tucked chin.
How fast these hours fly. It seems just moments ago I awoke a touch too early, willing myself out of bed for forty-five minutes. And now, willing myself into bed for a night-time forty-five minutes.
Good night folks. 100 more days. Speaking of 100.