My daughter and only child, I realize one day, is in the middle of her time with me. In another nine years she will be in college. We have only eight more summers to take family vacations. I am entering the middle of my life, and I still barely recognize it. I’m not at all where I expected to be. But here we both are together for a brief moment—in the middle.
I wrote this short piece last year in the spring time, and it was too late to submit anywhere because spring was ending by then, and my final paragraph hinged upon it being spring. So…I waited until this spring. It’s up today and you can read the rest here.