I never realised how quickly time passed. When I was younger school terms seemed to be never ending and weeks of exams seemed to feel like lifetimes. But as I have grown up I seem to have found a new appreciation for time, especially since having the girls.
Then there is Meme, my "baby". Sometimes I think that if I keep calling her my baby she will somehow stop growing, or that time will slow down so I can enjoy my little stubborn chunky twenty month old even more and be able to see the way she marches across the living room, right leg leading with a determined look on her face forever.
But that is the thing with time it never stands still: it is constantly moving forward so instead all I can do is capture as much as I can.
But then Meme goes and falls asleep in my arms like she hasn't done for a long, long time and then I think I have my baby for a while yet.