Is life flying or standing still?

I ask myself this question quite often. Every grandma in the grocery insists on stopping me (because I don't have ENOUGH going on with 3 kids aged 5 and under at the store!!!) and they say (usually in some Southern accent even though we live in the midwest...funny isn't it?), "Oh, honey. Enjoy every minute of it. It goes by fast. Before you know it they'll be having babies of their own." My fangs come out every time. Partially because i GET THIS at least twice every grocery trip (and I'm not kidding) and partially because they are outright LYING to my face.

Nothing about the last 5 plus years (6 if you count my wretched pregnancy) has flown by. NOTHING. It has definitely been the longest 6 years of my life. It feels like forever and forever ago that I found out I was having twins. In fact, that wasn't even me. That was a young, spy, energetic girl with an awesome bod. That girl left me a long while ago and the days have crawled right along since then, we're talking sloth pace.

Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't trade the past 6 years or my 3 awesome kids but I would like to catch a glimpse of that spry young girl with the awesome bod again. I really liked her. Instead, I'm older and wiser, right? A little less patient and a few more lines in my face (can't bring myself to call them that dreaded W word) but definitely more fulfilled and living an abundant life.

I state right here and now, IN WRITING, I will never tell that young girl in the grocery store that "it will fly by" because maybe, just maybe, it won't. Maybe each moment will be lived to it's fullest and cherished...or at least endured. As my friend Jen's blog states, "The days are long, the years are short". Oh, the wisdom of that statement is ringing in my ears.