and just like that, with the tick of the clock and the passing of another second, the day turned midnight and you're 13. Thirteen years. I want to organize the oceans of feelings that are tearing me to shreds right now, but I can't. I want to organize into thoughts the lessons you've been teaching me from the moment your star dust became a part of my bones, but it's too much. I owe my life to you, Jack. Chris and I held each other and wept this morning. Yep. For all the joyous little moments, the losses, the unrelenting work of parenting from a place that wasn't/isn't familiar to us. Wept with gratitude, that it all has somehow added up to a young human I love, I respect, I enjoy. He went to his first day of 8th grade. The teacher laid out the syllabus and said "does anyone know what happened in the late 1400s?" To which Jack replied "Yeah. Christopher Columbus came to America and killed everyone" social studies teacher "well um not exactly😳" keep going Jack. K brb my baby's 13 and we gotta celebrate 🎉❤️💔✨💕🦄🤯😳😍😭 #jdfb #thefuriebowmans https://www.instagram.com/p/BnJWZAjAHDb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1acbso8tpe0vi
