I feel this deep in my own heart. My kids are growing up too fast and I’m 42 now, with 25 seeming so far away. I often sit and contemplate memory, where I was a decade ago, twenty years ago, and where I am today. One valuable lesson I learned is to never worry about the things I can’t control. I’ve found that advice permeates my entire life now. I used to feel like half my life is over. Now, I feel like I have another yet to live. Sorry for the long rant but your story kicked off some of those feelings and ideas. Thank you!