The last year.

In less than 365 days, my first born, the one that made me a momma, will be double digits.  I try not to get all soft and watery eyed about this.  I try to just pass it off as, eh, no bigs.  But really, really what I want to do is say...how did this happen?  And I know that sounds cliche.  All parents say it - time goes by too quickly - it really does.

I was talking to my grandma the other day (and yes, I am that lucky - both of my grandma's are still alive, all but one set of great grand parents were in my life for a period of time) and she said to me, "Eri - how can Memphis be 9?  You should still be 9."  (I take this moment to share with you that no one else can call me Eri.  It's hers to use freely.)  After we wrapped up our phone call I thought about what she said.  Life goes by so fast and it speeds up to neck breaking speed the older you get.  I sure as heck don't feel like I should still be 9, maybe 25, but not 9.  But my children's great grandmother thinks I should still be 9.  The point - she still thinks she should be 60 - life blows by in a wink.

I have a dear friend who has a philosophy on how this all works.  She figures that the reason life feels like it goes by faster the older you get is because with each year you age, you have a larger proportion of years lived under your belt.  When you are a child, summers drag on because, at 9, it's really only your 9th summer, 1/9th of the life pie.  At 80, you've had 80 summers, 1/80th of the pie - and that's a tiny little sliver, that goes by in a snap.   I agree with her, I mean who wouldn't, she's smart, beautiful, one heck of a mom, that lives even more in the middle of no where than I do.  But in all seriousness, think about it, it makes good sense. 

With all that in mind, I don't want to be the one that brings the bad news, but things are only going to speed up for us with each passing year.

Enjoy your slivers of pie.  They are gone too quickly.