Cat Pollock Writes

This probably won't be as eloquent as it would have been if the original draft had survived my commute to work this morning, but I hope the sentiment comes through. I know there are a lot of people in the world who don't think of today as anything special. Well, maybe those of us celebrating Middle Child Day do, but I know that isn't everyone in the world, so... What I do know is (for me) that August is a month full of memories from both ends of the spectrum. It is full of peaks and valleys, and I swing from joy to grief and back again multiple times before the end of it.   For me, today is a day to celebrate - to dance and sing and praise God for the story He's placed me in the middle of. Because on this day 39 years (14,235 days) ago, two people I dearly love made a commitment to weave their lives together no matter what came their way. And the memories of the peaks and valleys I've seen is nothing in comparison to what these two have seen in 14,000

Remember that old saying about how time goes faster the older you get? I never believed it when I was a kid and I’d hear an adult saying it out loud - usually, a well-intentioned adult speaking to a child or teenager who was talking about how they wished time would move faster so they could just *insert adult thing here they could do if they were just grown up already*. Now, I don’t just believe it when another adult says it. I wish the opposite were true. That I could slow things down because everything is moving too fast and I want the time I used to spend wishing I was grown up to figure out what I’m supposed to do about *insert adult thing here I have to be concerned about*. It's a drone. Everybody duck! (at the US Space & Rocket Center, which I visited as part of my last trip across the country) Because then maybe it wouldn't feel like the trip I took across the country three months ago (at the beginning of summer) to celebrate my best friend gradu