I experienced a “last” at work today…The last ever cohort experience.

Tomorrow my daughter has her last ever 6th grade field day.

And it hit me that every day is secretly a last. We just usually don’t know it while we’re inside of it.

There’s a last walkthrough. A last lunch duty. A last time your kid reaches for your hand before they stop doing that.

We think life changes in dramatic moments, but most change happens quietly. One ordinary Tuesday becomes the end of an era and you don’t even realize it until you’re driving home.

Maybe that’s why I’ve become weirdly attached to counting days lately.

Paying attention is another way of loving something.