What a week. I've been editing and writing and planning a birthday party for my fifteen year old. Let me just say, I've never had that many years zip by in my life. One minute she was a micro preemie born at twenty-two weeks and five days, one pound four ounces, and eleven inches long and then next, she's this young woman. Where on earth did the time go? For. Reals. She should still be five.