In case you haven't heard, Asher is ALMOST FIVE.

I would blog more but I've been spending my days trying to figure out how we went from this


to this


Time is so odd, with all its creeping and zooming by. I hardly know what to make of it all. In one sense, it feels like it has been five. long. years. (I'm tired.) In another sense, I can't figure out how it could possibly be time for a fifth birthday.

But for whatever reason (maybe it's part of the curse) only in looking back do we truly appreciate what we had. And we scratch our heads trying to figure out why we didn't know how good it was. And we surmise the reason must be because it all happened so quickly we barely had time to take it in.

We play with language to make it seem as though the clock hands were spinning rapidly like in a movie but they weren't. Time didn't really pass any more quickly or slowly than time ever has. So the best way we've come up with to tell how good something was is to think about the time, in which the thing was happening, traveling. Did it walk? Did it run? Did it hop into a shuttle and shoot to the moon?

When it comes to these baby days, its like they were in a rapidly moving vehicle. I'm talking rocketship. By which I mean, it's been good.

Really, really good.