The shocking part of all of this is that Van is 16. 
The shocking part is that it was January of '08 when Van and Misha moved in with us.
I can still remember the two of them pecking at food, and then Mickey sitting by the tub while I bathed Van, and got him into a pair of Bryce's old pajamas I managed to find. I almost had to fight to make Mickey shower, before I finally tucked the two of them into bed together (with Cepo in the room, with his own food, water, and liter box, because he kept growling at all the other animals smells).
Now here Van is, nearly as tall as I am - taller than Mickey now. He took over, developed and ran that charity concert - not just playing keyboards, but organizing the shower, shuffling the performances, dancing, singing, and hosting, and he did it while showing consideration for other cultures.
All that and he's still painting and doing extra school work online.
And it's not just Van. Mickey might not be quite as impressive as his little brother, but he is attending one of the top schools in the world, and making great grades while holding a double major. While he didn't make the team, he did try out for the university baseball team, and he still makes time to ump and to play on his own.
So yeah, I'm shocked at how fast the time seems to have gone by, but I'm damned proud, too.