If I didn't have a sense of how quickly time flies before, I do now.
It’s early in the morning when Mary brings Alice into our bedroom for a good morning snuggle. Our baby turned 1 year old last week; her thin wisps of hair are well past her ears now. I swear she looks months older than she did last night. I'm almost convinced that if I look at her closely enough, I'll see her grow in front of my eyes, like watching the needle of a car's gas tank.
People always say time accelerates — it goes by faster as you get older.
I thought that meant ten years would go by in a blink and I'd think, "wow, where did the time go?"
It's that, too, but it's even scarier. It’s like peering into an hourglass, watching the sand drop to the bottom faster and faster. And I'm helpless to stop it.