I don't remember hitting the "fast forward" button but someone else must have. How on earth do thirteen years morph into a blink of an eye? When did "It's a boy?" become "It's an alien!"? When did I go from being the most beautiful, most adored, most hugged woman in his life to the biggest, dumbest, most uncool dork on the planet? Everyone warned me. I just didn't believe them. My child was going to be different. Kind of like my hubby and I were going to still make out on the sofa when we were old and gray. Oh, what an idealistic one I was.