There are many times that I've thought back to something my Grandma Krebs used to say. We'd be playing cards at the kitchen table and talking about something and she'd make some comment about time going by so quickly. I used to think that was crazy-- I thought I'd never make it out of third grade or fifth grade or whatever grade I was in, how could time be going by quickly?
Wisdom comes with age, at least a measure of it in most cases. I see now so clearly what she meant. My days can sometimes feel so long, running and doing, caring for and cleaning, helping and training from the crack of dawn until well past when the sun sets and I wonder sometimes if the day will ever end so I can sit for awhile and just rest. Those long, long days though suddenly seem to go by so quickly when I remember that a year ago we were packing up our lives and getting ready to move once again. Could it be almost a year already? Where has that time gone? These long, long days are so, so rich and will be gone way too soon.
Luke last May.
Wisdom comes with age, at least a measure of it in most cases. I see now so clearly what she meant. My days can sometimes feel so long, running and doing, caring for and cleaning, helping and training from the crack of dawn until well past when the sun sets and I wonder sometimes if the day will ever end so I can sit for awhile and just rest. Those long, long days though suddenly seem to go by so quickly when I remember that a year ago we were packing up our lives and getting ready to move once again. Could it be almost a year already? Where has that time gone? These long, long days are so, so rich and will be gone way too soon.
Luke last May.
This April-- his hair finally grew in!
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