time

It's hard to believe time passes as quickly as it does. Mainly it's whether or not I have used time wisely that bothers me.

Twenty-two years ago I had my first child. I wonder about all the years in between today and that Thursday evening. I'm sure there are photographs stored away somewhere to remind me of some occasions.

Today her second birthday comes to mind. I dressed her in a little denim outfit. She posed for every picture. She had full cheeks and a big head. She wasn't fascinated with her cake just the idea that the day was set aside to celebrate her.

When I think of her all grown up and away from home doing an internship in D.C., I think about the years in between that day and today. I hope who she is today is a reflection of how I (we) spent the time.