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Dear Time

Time is passing quickly, more quickly than I realize until I look at my children and how they have grown.
Dearest time,

When I was young you passed slowly as if you were crawling along. It seemed as if the next year, month, day, week, hour even moment would never come. I can remember waiting forever for a certain time of day, asking a million times if it was time yet and checking a clock I had yet to learn how to read.

Now with each moment you seem to have become yesterday before today has started. Yesterday turns into however many years ago in a blink of an eye.

At the start of school each year I would long for summer and other vacations during the year. At the beginning of each vacation I was over joyed, at the end it seemed like I had just gotten out of school. Those moments went much to fast. I did notice that things I enjoyed always passed by faster than things that I did not.

The days that my children were infants I believed that those endless nights would last forever. Now I wish they had lasted longer. Looking back without the fatigue of the moment I find that I actually treasure those memories. Those were the times when my children gave unconditional trust and love as their needs were met.

My marriages seem forever ago, while most of the time in them has been forgotten my divorces are still burned into memory. Time has changed perceptions of events but not the outcome. I gained knowledge from all those moments so long ago, and now time continues to move forward and so do I.

Time is precious though at times I wish I could speed it up as much as I wish that I could freeze it to keep certain people, moments and memories alive forever.

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