I can’t believe that time flies.
First off, that is a metaphor – the wings of time and even the picture of Father Time as an actual person is improbable (OK, impossible!). Secondly, what does that mean – time flies? Is this a thought about speed? Or the ability to become less than earthbound (for us humans who love our freedom!)? Thirdly – OK, you get the idea . . .
With that out of my system (which system, you ask?), only two months remain. On July 13th I will be getting remarried.
Since we became engaged in January, we’ve tried to add up the days we have seen each (literally – being able to look in each other’s eyes!). We think we have too many fingers. If you caught that convoluted way of adding up how few days we have seen each other, I would love to have you as my accountant!
On Friday, Cynthia and I ventured to Ontario to be at my brother’s graduation (with a Doctorate in Theology). This is now the longest stretch of consecutive days we have seen each other.
The opportunity to be together is heightened by the realization that my brother is also officiating our wedding. So we have been talking ceremony, and graduating to a new era in our lives, amongst many other related topics.
Which brings me to time flying, two months and graduating.
Did you just see yesterday passing by and tomorrow approaching at the speed of light? When I awoke this morning, that’s exactly what I saw!! And I’m not so sure that was a metaphor that whizzed past my shoulder.