Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Looking back

Where has it gone?

The time, I mean.

Daughter is a woman in her mid-twenties.

And I am, um, not.

We were careful.

We wanted a baby for five years.

We knew what a gift from God she was (and is).

We recorded, photographed, shared practically every moment of her childhood.

Carefully.

Videos, yes indeed. Journaling, yes indeed.

Cherishing every moment, trying not to miss one inch of change and growth.

But it disappeared anyway.

Poof.

Where did it go?


Thursday, November 5, 2015

Whoosh!

I remember sitting in class in seventh grade (back when dinosaurs roamed the earth). The windows were cranked open, and I sat close enough to them that I could feel the breeze. We were in history class. For some reason that day, the teacher was talking about, not the past, but the future.

She wanted us to calculate how old we would be when the year 2000 rolled around.

We set to work. It would happen the month before my 46th birthday.

A lifetime away. I was impressed by how very far away that time was from my springtime, seventh grade classroom. And how very old I would be when that time arrived.

Woe is me.

It is an interesting thing to me how small moments like this stand out throughout one's lifetime. Little things, mostly.

I don't even know why I was thinking about that today.

So much has happened in my life since the year 2000 rolled in. Some good, some not so good.

Makes me see fleeting time as  nothing at all.

We are truly like dust in the wind.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Time Flies

My hair, I noticed, is not behaving. It looks okay the day I wash it and "Fix" it. But the next day it's bedraggled.

I looked on the calendar and could not believe that it has already been three months since my last permanent. No way! Why, it's been six weeks at the most.

Only not.

I'm telling you: if this time speeding by faster than a bullet doesn't stop, I'm either going to quit putting up Christmas decorations, or stop taking them down.

My monthly bills seem like every two week bills, the end of the month is here before it should be the fifteenth, and so on

At this rate, I'll be sixty years old before you know it.

Oh. Wait....