Since I flew home yesterday, I feel like I'm constantly confronted by the passage of time. First, Brandy brought the girls to the airport to see me off. As I showed the Wee Girlie the airplane I'd be boarding, I tried to help her wrap her mind around the fact that it wouldn't be too long until I came back. But it's hard to help a 3-year-old understand that, especially considering the fact that the last time I left it was for 6 months, which is 1/6 of her entire lifetime to date. As my plane pulled away, I could see Brandy with the baby in the Snuggly, and WG, all waving. And I realised that those wee ones will have grown and will seem older the next time I see them, even though it's only a few weeks away. It seems to happen so quickly.
When I got home, I discovered on Brandy's blog that she's entirely exhausted (as a result of the baby who doesn't sleep much, thanks to a terrible case of hayfever) and WG was having tantrums the whole day, except for those moments when I saw her. Last night she posted a musing on the passage of time, admitting that she looks forward to when the girls are older -- when they sleep at night and when she can play non-"My Little Pony" games with them. And here I am, trying to stop time.
And now Jo(e) has continued that theme (beautifully, as ever), with a reflection on her growing children, and set to Cohen's "Hallelujah," as played by her now-graduated Boy-in-Black on the piano.
On top of it all, I received my MA in the mail yesterday. There ends the UofR portion of my life.
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