When did this happen??

So, back in the day, I met someone that I ended up dating, that didn’t work out, but we stayed friends. He became my best friend, actually. I lived with him and his family after my mom kicked me out. When we first met, his little brother was very young – six months old. I babysat often, and Bobbo used to fall asleep on my chest after I got the woodstove going in the cold months when Deb was at work. That was awesome.

Anyway. Bobbo – Robert, I suppose – turned 23 yesterday. I watched this boy grow up. Supported his love for using his toy vacuum while naked, treated and dealt with the painful wails of diaper rash, was there and held him after he fell and busted his front teeth, and a million other things over the years. But it wasn’t – it doesn’t feel like half a fucking lifetime ago. What the actual fuck? How does this happen?

Sorry, just having a moment, I guess. I just don’t know how to process this. I was not at all prepared.