All of that happened, and then suddenly, it was May. That blew my mind a little bit because I'm fairly certain we just rang in the new year about 2 1/2 weeks ago. I blinked again and we're already a fourth of the way through May. Time doesn't always make sense to me. Why do minutes in the morning go so much faster than minutes at the end of the school day? Why is our perception of time so incredibly different. Why when we're children do we dread the long years of adulthood, and then in our late twenties try to slow the clock to keep hold on our youth? The seconds are the same. We change.
|The lovely bride and groom on their beautiful day|