Time in a Bottle

Geez... is it Wednesday already? I feel like my life is dripping away. Yesterday, while on a play date, I told the bub we were staying 15 more minutes and then we had to leave. He started to whine, but his friend quickly pointed out that 15 minutes was a long, long time. Alas, to be young and living in a reality where you can actually stop the world and melt with somebody. Whereas, if I pause in front of the mirror long enough, my internal time-lapse kicks in and I can actually see the hairs on my head turning grey.

I was one of those naive young 'uns that saved my first grey hair... gently taping it into my diary like some ticket stub or novelty item. Little did I know that there were a hundred more where that came from, and that looking back on that moment might not be of interest to me in the coming years.

When the hub and I first started dating, it felt like he was a million years older than me, but now it seems as if he gets younger and more robust by the minute while I age faster and faster... slipping (hardly) gracefully into being a middle-aged housewife replete with sweatpants and rosacea. AWESOME.