When our children are the age we are in our minds
Remember when we were 6 going on 7. Remember when birthdays were a joy, a cause for celebration, awaited with keen anticipation. Remember the excitement of 12 going on 13, becoming a teenager. Or counting the days until we passed that major milestone and turned 21. Ah, the sweet expectations of youth. Then suddenly we were 29 and heading over the hill.
A few weeks ago I enjoyed the Christmas feast with my cousin Shirley and her older son, Tim. While sewing gift pillows for Shirley's grandchildren, Truth and Titan, sons of her younger son, Terry, I pondered all the lost years...