Passing of Time
Time. Smarter people than I have tried to make sense of it, some even surely think that they have gotten it figured out, but time is strange. I can recall it like it was yesterday, doing my homework (don’t ask me how long ago that was), getting married, changing my children’s diapers, or any of those other life moments that we experience a hundred different ways, or only a single time. Yet, I can’t for the life of me remember where I placed my little red address book with flowers on the cover, and that was last week. Don’t worry it will come back to me at some inconvenient time when I am unable check.
Time seems to go faster as we age. Our oldest has had the good fortune to meet a wonderful young woman, they have been engaged now for two years. The wedding was set for last year, but as you well know large events were out. They chose to wait but you can tell it has taken its toll on them. A year feels like a really long time when you are their age. When you get older it sort of start wizzing bye, and I could swear that it was only yesterday when he graduate college. Time is tricky sometimes.