Time is moving fast these days.

When I would like to sit back and breathe it in.

There are great things happening.

There are frightening things happening.

There are moments I want to hide away and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

And moments I want to just sit and enjoy.

When I was growing up I wished I was older. I wished I could do things I was too young for.  I wished to be grown up.

Now I just wish for time to slow. For the days to not rush by in a whirlwind of activity and necessity.

Just yesterday I had a six year old son and was realizing that I might just be pregnant with Molly.

Now my son is a teenager, my daughters are almost 8 & 7. My marriage is ten years old.  This blog is seven (really?).

We’ve gone from one neurotypical son to three special needs children.

They’ve grown up and are declaring independence and having dreams of their own (A doctor! A model! A teacher! Oh my.).

My husband has had his struggles and we’ve had ours together.

What I wouldn’t give for a chance to take my family outside of the home equation and give us time away.  It isn’t in the cards this year, it never seems to be..and we’re running out of time.

Time that is moving way too fast.

Because soon, Denver will be in college. The girls in high school.

And we’ll blink and they’ll have their own lives.

Can we slow it down?

Just for a few days?