How does a year pass so quickly? The saying that the days are long, but the years are short is so true. Sometimes I look at the clock and think… “HOW can it still be three whole hours until bedtime?” It’s a constant see-saw of relishing each moment and telling myself to take a deep breath and have patience. I think it’s that way for all parents.
I have always been a memory keeper. I have every single note that my friends and I passed to each other in middle and high school. I save ticket stubs, postcards, and my favorite clothes my children wore. (And I am actually not too bad of a pack rat – the organized side of me has it all in appropriate plastic bins, labeled and sorted!) I also save these things in weird places – a string from my son’s beloved moose lovie is tied around my bedside lamp, so that when I turn my light off for the evening I think of him. A strip of cloth from the bedding I sewed for my daughter’s nursery stays in my wallet so that I remember the excitement and love I felt for her even before she was born. Yes, I’m weird. I’m sentimental and mushy hearted and sad that time passes in a blink of an eye.
I sorted through my top 7,876 personal images of 2015. Those are just my favorites. I dug through and got teary eyed to find the ones that really pull at me for some reason or another. And gosh, life is good. It is so very, very good.