Time marches on in spite of me. Sometimes I just need to process things. I want to stop and think, catch up mentally when things seem to be moving impossibly fast. I first remember feeling this way when my kids were really little. They grew and changed so quickly, and I remember thinking that I wanted to put them in deep freeze for a second, just to catch up. When they first started making announcements that you knew weren’t just a repetition of what you had said to them, but were an original thought of their own. They became people, right before your eyes.
I have two sets of grandkids, the ‘big kids’ and the ‘little kids’, with a very large gap between. As the two oldest grew up I was just as astounded as when my own kids did the same, but I told myself at least I still have the little kids. Now the little kids aren’t little anymore, and the oldest one graduated from high school the other night. I have an amazing set of grandkids, as I know we all do. They are my greatest blessing, that and the fact that my kids are the people who raised these amazing kids. But I’m scratching my head over the whole thing. And the bug bites, but mostly I’m scratching in amazement because I tend to get lost in my own thoughts now and then, but then I resurface and come face to face with life’s milestones, ready or not…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 