My husband and I were just having a couple of drinks after dinner tonight and I showed him this post that my friend had shared on her Facebook.
"Oh my gosh, look! It's so fleeting when you look at it this way." I say, wistfully.
Husband takes a look for himself and studies it intently.
"Oh good," I think, "this will remind us during the next kid crisis to be more patient and loving as parents."
"18 years and 1 month? That's still a BLOODY long time, though!" says my Kiwi husband.
(Side note: For those of you not in the know, Kiwi is an affectionate term for a New Zealander.)