I, on the other hand, hold back, want someone to jump the brakes, I'm not ready. Not there, yet.
And then I think, the only way to live in it without collapsing into melancholy, is to let her grow. To make friends with it, to welcome the new her every day. To love her and see her and dive into the stream of it.
(Yup, that's what I'll do. Until next time it grabs me, at least.)