Under Construction

My two-year old nephew is crying because he mistakenly licked the spoon he playfully dipped into spicy sauce over dinner today. He was bawling like crazy and there we were, concerned and entertained over the most adorable scene ever.

Times like these when I’m home with my family for the weekend are undoubtedly priceless. 

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I’m gonna miss being home for weekends. It’s barely a year until clerkship, and then there’s internship, then boards, then residency, then fellowship, then God knows where else. We all grow up and go out into the real world; we leave the comforting notion of all things familiar, uncertainty the only certainty the future has in store. I guess that’s what they mean when they say, “hey, that’s what we call life.”

If I could just be a crying toddler once again, even just for a day.