by Sally Wilson    I was sitting on the concrete, my feet dangling into the ceder chips below when I realized I’d had my head buried in my sidekick for the last 10 minutes, glancing up to say a few encouraging words to the kids here and there and make sure they weren’t jumping off anything high enough to snap femurs. Then Emily ran past me, the sun shining on her as she chased a leaf; jumping like a frog trying to grasp it each time And this realization hit me. She would never be exactly as old ever again, as she is today.