When I was a kid, one of the things that I used to hear my elders talk about was how suddenly time seems to pass, usually in the context of how quickly I was “shooting up” . Now that I am an elder to others [personally, hard to believe and quite humorous], I can honestly affirm what my elders countless times told me. Wow! Time sure flies!
It seems like just weeks ago that Lindsey and I were going to doctor’s visits while she was pregnant with Imogene. Now, it’s hard to believe that our second contribution to the population and the Church – Aidan – will be nine months old in just days, while Imogene is a whopping two years old.
Just the other day, Imogene wanted nothing more than to be held all the time. No, wait! Those days have been gone for about a year now! [Now, she often goes to her room, shuts the door, and plays by herself for half an hour.] No, just the other day – in reality -, Lindsey and I converted Imogene’s crib into a bed. Sure, it still has guard rails [I guess that’s what I’m supposed to call them.], but it’s a bed, nonetheless. In other words, she can get up in the middle of the night and walk back to our bedroom to climb into bed with us. Yikes! She’s getting too old too quickly! [Lord, please slow her down.]