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Where are the breaks on this thing?

As we were preparing for the kids' family birthday party on Sunday DLS and I got to talking about how it was the 9th time we prepared for this family get together to celebrate AE's birthday. How fast time flies.

DLS said, "Nine down, nine to go. She is already halfway to gone."

Right then I realized he was right, nine is half of eighteen. Why had I not ever thought of it in such simple terms before? Eighteen is when our baby girl will go off to college and start her life without us.

Suddenly I became very sad, this little ride is going way too fast.

Comments

Karen said…
I've been feeling this, too. How do we make it slow down??????
bobbione8y said…
they say every year you get older goes a little faster...i think that is true.

enjoy the nine year oldness... :)
Anonymous said…
Susan, you're too glass is half empty. You need to think "woohoo, only nine years until Shelly and I can routinely go to europe for the weekend!!"
carey said…
i've noticed a lot of cool people have birthdays in march :)

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