There was an interesting conversation at breakfast, the morning after the sleep over. One girl was asking my daughter how old she would be in 20 years. "28" she said. I laughed and said - "... yes.... and in 22 more years, you'll be THIRTY...."
I can't imagine. I realize 22 years is a long time away, but MY daughter at 30 years old is not something I spend much time thinking about. I just want us to survive to 9.
Also odd to me is that I have finally reached the age that I associate with my mother. 42. She was probably 42 when I made the connection that she actually HAD an age, or I was asked to tell someone how old she was. Needless to say, that was many years ago
Time itself just baffles me, and I am glad that I am not it's keeper. How we got to the middle of November already totally baffles me.
I've tried to speed it up and slow it down, but I can't. All I can do is live TODAY. If I am able to choose well and love well in the moment, the tomorrows and yesterdays will take care of themselves.
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