Another summer is over and just a memory. Gone are most of the flowers in my garden and here we are almost halfway through September, more than halfway through 2018.
Is it even possible to remember a time when life was slow? Perhaps when I was 5 and waiting for Christmas morning or very pregnant with my firstborn and feeling like it was going to be for the rest of my life. That firstborn is almost 46. My second child is 42 years old today! In three weeks my youngest will turn 39!!! Life was NOT slow when they lived in my house.
Think about it...you have babies and they keep you busy. You can't wait for them to feed themselves, be out of diapers, learn to walk, talk, and so on. They start grade school and on to middle school and you can't wait for them to drive a car so you don't have to be the taxi driver and take them everywhere. Violin lessons, baseball, basketball practice, and sports camps.
I remember many times when I could not wait for an event to happen. As a child, waiting for school to be out for summer, for Christmas, for snow, for spring to come again. We lived in Ohio where it snows. I have a very vivid memory of snow finally melting, temperatures rising just a bit, putting on shorts and tennis shoes, going outside in the yard only to have my mother scold me and say "It's not Spring yet, it's not warm enough for shorts! Get back in the house and change your clothes!" Funny the things we remember!
Today, January 24, 2022, I rediscovered the Blog I started in 2015. It was by accident and I've realized that this post from 2018 was never published. Better late than never, eh?
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