I bought my oldest a new bike today. I got rid of the car seats for my two youngest, replaced by the next, lighter stage. I’ve now read Matilda to all three of my children (who all adored it equally as much).
Leaves fall, flowers bloom.
Tastes change. Pain moves around some, though its total quantity remains more or less constant. Your eyes soften a bit.
The steps are farther away. Yours and everyone else’s.
The Opportunity Machine 