H, you are seven. K you are four. And T, you are nearly nine-months.

And I just can’t even right now.

The time is going by so fast and everyone is so beautiful and perfect – I feel a sense of eternity in it all.

Time stands still for a moment, and then it is never the same again.

Maybe I’m just tired tonight.

But the accelerating blur of years is heavy right now.

I want every beautiful part if this life to last a bit longer.

I love you.

-Dad