The gift of time

I am sitting here while my youngest naps, and I am wondering where the time has gone. On one hand, it feels like I was just a kid myself. I vividly remember going on long walks to the back pond with my Grandma and Grandpa. I remember picking peaches, honeysuckles, and waiting very impatiently for my french toast to be made. And on the other hand, it feels like I’ve...