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
Birthdays come and I live in denial of them because, really;
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 be watching from the sidelines.
And I’ll remember when you were 2 and 5 and 8.
And I’ll hurt, but it will be a good hurt.