We've got another 500 miles before we shut this engine down
Little kids grow up. And they turn into us. And sometimes it seems unbearable and insane. I realized tonite that I don't have two little sisters. I have 7 little sisters and a little brother. And I'll have two more to add to that count soon. Those kids are so important to me. And I guess it's more noticeable to me since I'm not the kind of person who picks up on things but I walked outside tonite and looked around and went, wow, Emily got big and Gabby is sure looking older and more like Keith now. And it's just wierd to have so many kids mean so much to me. Especially the older ones and the ones I've spent a lot of time around, but they're all special to me. I felt this rising emotion towards these kids tonite, more than I felt when my cousins showed up today. And it was odd but I didn't really cared because I'm going to feel whatever I feel towards whoever it's real to me for. And if they're not real to me, then so be it, because it's not going to bother me any.
I was rereading a poem Leni sent me from camp last summer. I don't know who wrote it (I'll have to look). But as perfect as it sounded then, the words struck harder now. "We've hardly approached any edges at all." It's true.