It truly is an odd thing, time.
When I was 10 it didn't exist.
When I was 20 I had more than I could fill, although I tried.
When I was 30 I thought I had time all neatly planned and accounted for.
Yesterday I was left wondering where it went.
How can LBM be two?
How can my wonderful niece the famous Biking Sherpa be so grown up?
Why does it seem like the 24 hours I am given each day grows shorter and shorter?
My mom pointed out that this birthday kiss is between her oldest and her youngest grandchild.
I just see it as a demonstration that time means nothing in the face of love.
Biking sherpa joined LBM and I on our evening run. It was an amazing 6.5 miles. We talked. Not just fill the space between her bike and my legs talked but actually talked. I wish the miles had be more simply to allow us to continue our conversations.
Last night we were pushing to break our recent PR for this loop with the jogging stroller,
we want a better time.
Which we might know if we had if I had been reminded to restart my watch.
I had to share this.
If you only knew how many times
I tried to get a after run photo!