Sipping the espresso slow, making it last. Friend yesterday posting a pic of her son from years ago. I commented how big he is, she responding “Time is a thief.” I agreed with her, but said the way we fight back is loving the ones we love, and what we love.
I don’t know, I’m feeling it today. My age, life’s brevity, my kids not being with me as much as they used to. I’m not sad or angry, not even contemplative. Just educated, or more understanding.
NOTE: Remind Self of love.