There is a magical collection of milestones people like me amass. They provide testimony of time’s passage and the gifts of that time. For me, that collection includes many, many Ziplock bags of teeth. Those plastic land-fill-unfriendly bags containing bits of enamel and DNA will outlast me and any baby book I may have intended to complete. What I hope for is that the once holders of those teeth outlast me too.
Littlest lost his first tooth the other night. It’s been wiggly for days now, perhaps a bit more than a week.
Wiggly. Like five year olds with their first loose tooth.