Dear Todd, My 30’s were a blur of wiping noses and bottoms. Introducing little people to group class environments during which they practiced parallel play and sharing and when water was involved, they learned buoyancy. On weekends, we practiced riding on two wheels, stretching the limits of the 30-something lower back as we held onto the seat while running. We talked of kindness, empathy, using our words, not hitting and, above all, the art of controlling bodily functions. And I felt really busy. Like REALLY busy. And yet, I managed to capture a lot of these experiences on film. Photos AND video. We have these precious years captured to look back on forever. (Insert self-back patting here). Where we are now, however, I have no photos. No videos. It is in this—the tween/teen stage of life---that I realize the giant exhale I’ve been anticipating is oh so very far away. Like really far. Like, nowhere in sight. Like, if I were underwater this whole time, I was now sign...