Lately I have struggled with the realization that time has slowly been creeping away from me. My children are growing. My face is changing and seemingly older when I look in the mirror. I don’t always recognize that woman with the baggy eyes staring back at me. Where does it all go when it passes? And just how is it able to move so quickly? There are seasons in life that I just want to stay in, that I want to savor. “I think I could really like it here” I say to myself. But it doesn’t stay, it marches forward. I remember how my mother would seem sad on her birthdays, when she would blow out the candles and stare at the smoke that they made as they would billow away. And she would wonder out loud just where it all goes. I never understood what that meant until just these past few years. Millions of minutes within the span of just a few years, thousands of hours gone by. But how do I measure my time? In hugs, in love, in laughter, in kisses. In the number of times that shoes are placed on little feet, the number of times we have sat down to dinner together and held hands in prayers of thanksgiving for our food. No, it won’t always stay the same. But the memories, they shall stay. Forever.
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Thankful for some quiet and space to be able to blog on this lovely Saturday. It really is the little things. Happy weekend.