I’m struck by how we generally don’t know when something is happening for the last time: the last time I carried my toddler daughter up the stairs, or the last time I held my young son in my lap on a Saturday morning. We frequently pay attention to ‘firsts’. We diligently record them in baby books and in our memories. But ‘lasts’ are rarely clear to us…until a day when we look back and can’t remember the last time we physically picked up our toddler daughter to carry her up the stairs or the last time we held our young son in our lap. I suppose this is powerful evidence of how we need to savor every. single. moment. and have a sense of presence in the present.