Time is fragile....

My daughter is turning 20 today. It is hard to believe that 20 years ago she was a tiny 5 lb 3 oz wonder, untimely ripped from her mother's womb. She has survived nicely, growing into a smart and capable young woman, half way through college and always close to my heart.

She was born in 1990, and she changed my life forever. I took a year leave of absence from work to care for her, and I never went back. I loved being home and being a mom, they were some of the happiest years of my life. I never regret staying home because soon after I had my daughter my own mother was dying of cancer, and I was able to travel with my daughter and spend time with her. My daughter was only 4 when her grandmother passed on, but at least she was able to spend as much time as possible with her grandmother while she was still relatively healthy.

Time is fragile, just like a vase of lovely flowers. Twenty years goes by like the blink of an eye. One moment you are cradling your tiny baby, the next moment you are watching that baby become an adult. It is scary and marvelous at the same time. I hope to always be able to slow down and enjoy life's blooms while they are at their peak. Enjoy each moment for what it is, because you will never be in that same place again.