So many things are fleeting. The last petals to fall off my poppies, the last rays of a sunset, or my delight in the kitchen counter when it is cleared of dirty dishes for one brief moment. But I think the most fleeting thing I know of is time. This photo might not immediately bring to mind the idea of “fleeting,” but it makes me think of how soon our kids grow up and are gone from us.
I took this photo of my sister and her daughter this evening at a going away party for my niece. She is moving to Idaho…it seems like just last week she was graduating from high school, a few days ago she graduated from college, and yesterday she got married. She’s been a teacher for three years now. These kids grow up so fast. When my kids were toddlers, I was convinced they would never grow up, but now I know better. Some days you wish you could go back and do it again, knowing the things you know now.
“Time, because it is so fleeting, time, because it is beyond recall, is the most precious of human goods and to squander it is the most delicate form of dissipation in which man can indulge.”
W. Somerset Maugham