Saturday, August 27, 2011


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Time

As I was pushing Zoe on this swing, I was thinking how time flies. I remember when I was the one on the swing. I remember holding Zoe the day she was born, wishing she'd stay little forever. I remember thinking that the days, weeks, months, and years took so long to pass. Now I find that weeks and months have passed, and I've hardly blinked. Oh, to be young again.  For now, I' guess I'll just take the little moments I can get, like this one.