…the speed with which the years pass grows more and more daunting as I age. Now well into my 7th decade, it seems like I’ve just finished putting the Christmas decorations away, and I’m having to think about getting them out again. I can remember the youthful days when a year actually felt like a year.
Category: Waxing Philosophical
Dear Mom
We all need a big hug right now, Mom, but we’re not allowed to hug each other.
I guess we have to rely on hugs from Heaven.
I could use one right about now.