What is it about having kids that makes time move so much faster than before? Five months already? WHAT IS GOING ON???? Shelly's more than five months old, almost half a year, almost a year, almost in kindergarden...Time just slips by way too fast when the babies arrive. On the other hand, time is measured by their arrival. Last year, when I was sorting through pictures, I found myself sorting by timeline, and my first criteria was "before Archer or after Archer?" Kids' arrival into our lives makes us more aware of how fast the time really runs by. Otherwise we just try to avoid it, because once we're adults we don't want to be older and admit that any time has passed. But when we do this, don't we just cheat ourselves out of time that we could have spent with people we love, or doing things we enjoy? If we're constantly in denial about time passing will we make the decision to spend time with people we love? Or will we put off doing the things we'd really enjoy because there's too much work to do? I'd like to think that spending a day with my family is more important than a day mopping the floor and doing laundry, but my actions will speak in the long run.
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