8:58 Wednesday evening.

Thank you for your time.

I hope I still have access to this diary in 12 years when my oldest is 16 to remind me of poetry and overwhelming feelings.

Over the last four years, my baby has grown up into a preschooler with big thoughts and feelings. We moved to Minnesota. We learned things about ourselves and each other. We moved to New Zealand. We started careers. In July or August, we will welcome another baby into our family. It's been a wild ride. Long may it continue.