A recent picture of a friend's youngest got me thinking about how quickly things go by. This little fella is 18 months yet I SWEAR he was just born this year.
I have been married for a year and yet I can still remember that day clearly.
My ten year high school reunion will be next year...this is a little more believable, but still TEN YEARS?? That means I'm almost thirty. We won't get into that right now, though.
My brother is 23 years old. TWENTY THREE.
I remember when he was just starting high school and was still pretty much a kid. Now he has a girlfriend, goes to college, does all these sports.
Ridiculous. I feel like I blinked and all of a sudden all this stuff happened.
When I was little I still remember what it felt like waiting on Christmas and birthdays. Weeks went by so slowly. Now, I can leave for work on a Monday and come back just a few hours later and it's already Thursday.
Time should not speed up right when you start learning to appreciate it.