As One Nest Empties, Another Begins To Fill

Yesterday, my nephew- long known on this blog as the Rebel Without a Pause- welcomed his first child into the world.

Mind. BLOWN.

Yes, he and his wife are grown adults, theoretically, but, in my mind he'll always be my four-year-old sidekick, learning how to howl at the moon and begging me to read The Rainbow Fish just one more time (for the twentieth time).

Time, man. It's a sneaky bitch.