The Days are Long, but the Years are Short.

I started this blog when Harlow was 15 months old.  This weekend, she will turn 5.

F-I-V-E years old.

How did that happen, exactly?  Wasn’t I just lamenting about teething and sleep deprivation?  (Okay, I am still in the weeds with sleep deprivation…)  STILL!  How am I sitting here, almost 40 years old (I just turned 39), with a 5 year old daughter?

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My grandma used to say, “the days are long, but the years are short”.  This becomes more and more true for me with each passing year.  There are some days, whether it is a sassy Saturday with Harlow pushing my buttons all day long, or a long, booooring day at work, when the day feels like it will never end.  Then I blink, and my newborn is starting kindergarten in a few months.

It is really hard to process.  But I am so, so grateful.  I am coming up to the age that my mom was when she passed away.  There is nothing more in this world that I want, than to be an 85 year old, wrinkled, feisty grandmother, still bugging my 51 year old daughter, and doting on my grandkids (& great grandkids?).  I want to do all the things that my mom was denied, even if that is nothing more than getting gray and wrinkly and sneaking children chocolate.

There is really no point to this post.  Just an overflow of…something.

May your days be long, and your years longer.

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