The Days are long, but the years are short

Wow.

Kindergarten is approaching fast.  Feels like just last year he was starting preschool (time feels about half as long with kids as reality), but now, my eldest is going to kindergarten in the fall, and my "baby" is going to preschool in the fall.

We do so many cool things.  And the time whizzes by.  I alternately feel like I've won the lotto or am serving a a sentence.  I'm waiting for the day for my life to get back to normal, or rather, the day that I get my life back, and now I'm starting to realize it'll never come back.  Not at least the way it was.  And that's mostly good.  If I'd wanted it to stay exactly as it was, I wouldn't have had kids, so obviously it wasn't all that.  Something was missing.  And now that I have those missing things, I do want to go back and cherry pick the parts of pre-kid life that are worth keeping.

But that takes time.  So I wait, diligently, sometimes patiently.  Because I will have the rest of my life to do that type of thing, but these little kid years?  They go quickly.  And I remember that when I get impatient that I've blown my career(s) to bits.  In the grand scheme of things, and in the grand scheme of time, infancy is a miniscule amount of time.

The days are long, but the years are short. So I'll hold on to them just a little bit longer by documenting them as I can.

Blessings and light to you all. (Don't worry, I also curse a lot.)