Time moves swiftly

My daughter is at the Homecoming Dance tonight.  She’s a Junior in High School, and nearly 17.  She was so pretty in her gown and somewhat graceful in her high-heels.  Of course it was hard to let her go.

I have no idea where the time went, or what was so important that I was doing things other than playing house or having a tea party with my little girl when she was younger.  (Or in my daughters case, running, drawing and telling stories).

But I’m very lucky to have been able to make some of that time up.  Don’t assume you’ll be as fortunate.

Comments

  1. 😕 No – she wouldn’t let me. She said, “It’s not like I’m a Senior, Dad!”.

    But it really doesn’t matter – I’ll never forget what she looked like tonight. Everything else can fade from my memory, bu I know I’ll carry this image with me forever 😎

  2. You DID take pictures, didn’t you?