My 2-year-old niece and 5-year-old nephew are in town and staying at my house for the week. Sometimes I forget how it is to be a kid – to wake up early in the morning refreshed and excited for a new day; smearing food all over your face while enjoying a wonderful meal with no shame. I find myself staring at them for hours while they talk and play, in astonishment. They are absolutely oblivious to the fact that in a few years, those television shows that they love to watch will seem silly and boring – or that their memory will grow stronger and it will be harder to forgive and forget.

So here I am, at 26-years-old and trying to learn how to be a kid again – how to shake my fear of embarrassment without the aid of fermented liquid; how to give hugs and kisses freely and say please and thank-you – to wake up everyday forgetting about the fact that yesterday even existed.

What a simple thing life can be….