Where does the time go?
Recently a coworker's son was drafted straight to the major leagues from high school. And while he is excited for his son, he is mourning the loss of their daily companionship. He sadly remarked to me this week, "I still remember him as a baby".
And I do too. It blew me away time had flown by so quickly. He'd been a tiny baby in our church nursery who for some reason preferred to be held by me. He'd had ear infections and could be a challenge to comfort. But we took to eachother and I spent many happy Sundays with him falling asleep in my arms. He was a beautiful kid who quickly outgrew me. Now he's a 6'5" incredibly talented athelete with a professional career ahead of him.
It doesn't seem so long ago that I was his age and looking down that seemingly unlimited path of choices and life-decisions. Yet somehow 18 years have passed since I held that young adult in my arms and it is sobering to think that Tristan's childhood will pass as quickly too.
Where does the time go? Life is lived daily. My goal is to focus on the little things.
The big milestones will happen, but we'll remember the funny, unscripted, and heartwarming moments in between.
I don't want to wait for life to happen.