Tomorrow we will be celebrating our oldest son’s 7th birthday. Future Bam actually turned 7 on the 20th but we usually celebrate on Saturdays so that all of our family can join us. It’s hard to believe that my little baby boy is 7. I know, we all say ” I can’t believe such and such”. We can’t believe it but yet it’s true. The moment is right there in front of us and passes so quickly. Doesn’t 7 seems so much older than 5 or 6?

I really don’t know what I’m trying to say here. Is it about me, the passing of time, or my son getting older? Or a combination of all 3? Right now my life feels like it is going by exponentially fast. So much faster than when I was a child. I wish I could have the childhood perception of time when one week seemed like a year and one day of waiting “took forever”. Maybe then I’d feel like I was able to fully experience all that my children say and do. Maybe I wouldn’t feel like I have missed some of these precious 7 years.

I wonder if this is something we all go through? This feeling of time flying by and never having enough time to just breathe, be in the moment, and really truly experience everything to the fullest.