Todays assignment was to grab an old photo album, pick out the 14th picture, look at it for 2-3 minutes and write how this picture made you feel. Critiques welcome :) Enjoy!
The blue eyed, blonde haired girl about two years old is sitting on a braided wool rug in the living room at her Grammies house. One of the straps on her blue plaid sundress has fallen off of her tiny shoulder, her hair is in disarray and one of her little white socks is falling off. This child couldn’t care less, she is all smiles as she empties the contents of her Barbie pink play purse onto the rug with excitement.
Seeing this picture of my daughter at two years old (I was twenty-two) having not a care in the world brings many an emotion. Where did the time go? I hear people say, “It seems like just yesterday...(fill in the blank)” but to me, this picture, my daughter at two years old, seems like an eternity ago.
I also hear many people say, “When I think about my almost grown child, I feel so old!” To me, this picture, my daughter at two years old, does not make me feel old. I still wonder where did the time go? How did it go by so fast? I would not trade our lives for anything but I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss how easy it was to make her as happy as she was the day she was at her Grammies house cluttering the floor with her treasures.
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This is a wonderful short account that Kristi wrote about what she saw while looking at a picture of her two year old daughter and comparing that playful child with one droopy sock to the modern young lady her daughter has become today. She said, "where did the time go?" and "how did it go by so fast?" Kristi is at least four decades behind me in the time prospective continuum and all I can say is, hang on sweetheart it's going to pick up speed at an alarming rate!
Math types have given this some thought and here's the idea. For me, one week is 1/3280th of my life. For a twenty year old, one week is 1/1040th of their life. Okay, now don't let the fractions get you all discombobulated but my week, being a 3 times smaller part of my life than the week of a twenty year old, means that my weeks seem to fly by three times faster than hers. I think the old adage, "time flies when you're having fun" should be changed to, "the older you get the faster time flies." So my dear, if you think the last twenty years went by fast, don't blink too many times, because the next twenty are going to go by quite a lot faster (the "quite a lot" here is being used as it is in the higher mathematical quantitative time analysis terminology)!
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