My five year old daughter lost a tooth tonight and cried because she said her tooth had always been hers and now it was gone. She looked in the mirror and asked me if I could put it back. I’m constantly amazed by her beautiful soul and awareness. Five years on this earth and she already knows what it feels like to grieve something that used to be part of you. I had to hug her for a very long time. And now I’m sitting here thinking about how growing up is just an absurdly long series of tiny funerals for pieces of ourselves we weren’t ready to lose.