There are some people you like who you’ve always liked, and there are people who you used to like but don’t anymore. There are also people you like now that you used to dislike, and there are people you dislike who you’ve always disliked.

When I hold my baby daughter, it’s hard to believe that just 19 months ago she was just a newborn, so tiny and fragile, with a voice so soft that even her cry was cute. No matter how hard I try to remember how it felt, I can’t. It’s hard to imagine, let alone replicate the feeling.