Time goes where it always does: into the past like grains of sand slowly blowing away, with only our memories to remind us of moments, commonplace then, but precious in retrospect.
The above was my response to my wife telling me that our son was feeding himself scrambled eggs and drinking out of his sippy cup all by himself. No need for her to do anything but give more food if requested. She commented that he seemed so big now and she asked "where does the time go?"
Every moment of our lives little things go by. Some good some bad, but always what was meant for you. Enjoy your life. If more people took the time to stop slow down and savor each moment that passes into the maw of the past, there would not be time for all the ugliness and pain that they run so hard from...
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