As a mama, I am usually prone to lamenting the passing of time in relation to my girls and their nasty habit of growing up.
Now, as I am on a crash course with "middle age" I find myself looking at myself. And while I have moments of lamenting the passing of time and it's effect on me, mostly I have found a sense of peace with the whole thing. I am happy with where things stand and how I have spent my living of the first 40 years.
But truth be told, I figured that somehow this wouldn't happen to me.
Lordy, Lordy.