I look at my small children and I can’t imagine them getting older.
I couldn’t comprehend that Time would fly by like everyone said it would.
We found our rhythm in the change.
Yet, Time doesn’t stand still for anyone
How can another year be spent?
How can it be that in 8 years you’ll be driving and in 10 you’ll be driving away?
How can it be that in 7 years you’ll be on the cusp of young womanhood, with hormones and crazy emotions?
How is that possible?
Yet, I don’t want to imagine it, because it hurts too much to think about.
And I’ll remember when you were 2 and 5 and 8.
And I’ll hurt, but it will be a good hurt.