Two-Thirds

…But that shirt.  For a simple piece of 100% cotton, it surely has banged my heart around this week.  It is entirely too concrete of a reminder for me.  It hangs in my laundry room at this very minute, freshly laundered and ready to be worn on the back of my lanky boy.  And every time I walk past it, I swear, I think I hear a clock ticking.  Tick-tock.  Tick-tock.  Two-thirds.  Two-thirds… {read the whole post at Parenting.com}