THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE.
It's such a cruel, cruel trick the world plays on you. You create this perfect, teeny-tiny-sort-of-gigantic-ish little creature that you have love for that you never knew you could have, and then the world says,
"He's 5, ma'am. You gave it a decent effort, but you've done all you could. We'll take it from here. "
I blame the government.
Have to run and wipe my eyes. My heart gets off the bus soon.