Time, you move so strangely through my life. Tomorrow seems to never come and yesterday seems miles away, so that all we have ever is today.
But then I look at the scar on my firstborn's cheek, cut open by a surgeon's scalpel after they wheeled her away and find it impossible to believe the scab has already healed some ten years later.
Arranging pictures, I see my younger with her short curly golden hair and dimples -- contrast with the now toothless grin and flowing dark tresses and wonder where my baby went.
How can it be that I make preparations to walk across the stage marking the ?end? of a journey I only started weeks ago (or months, or wait, really - three whole years?)
Celebrating 15 years in this house, foundation laid before we said "I do", I realize I've lived in this spot longer than I've lived anywhere else in my life. And moved more.
Not the same person as when I marked any of these events, but changed how? In the blink of an eye? For that is how it seems, although in the moments of growth and the pains of labor - time stretches out eternal.
Time, a strange friend and subtle enemy -- but always my constant companion - can you stand still for just a moment? No? Well, then I'll journey with you I guess, wherever you take me next.