(Excuse me while I get all deep and introspective here.)
Where in the heck did summer go?
My busiest season at work is winding down. My husband is gearing up for a new school year (at a new school, too!). I'm about to start a new semester of graduate school. Our baby girl will be six months old this month. Holy frijoles!
I am truly amazed at how quickly time flies when one has a child. She is now at (what I consider) the fun part of infancy - she's grabbing, babbling, laughing, trying solid foods, and being a general stinker. I don't know where my colicky, new-baby-smell newborn went. I miss the new baby smell; I don't miss the colic. This first year is flying by. The moments are fleeting and I'm trying my best to soak it all in before we're buying school supplies and sending her off to kindergarten.
Life hasn't slowed down one bit, yet I feel like I'm accomplishing more than I ever have. Maybe it's because I have such limited time that I am being more intentional with that time (except for Facebook - I need to set better limits on my social media time). Maybe it's because I am prioritizing and eliminating the stuff that I once thought was important. Maybe it's because I am learning to say no. Whatever it is, life keeps chugging along at a rapid pace.
I just took a moment to take a deep breath. It's rare to do that now. Where does the time go?