Okay... so it wasn't yesterday...

I fed 18 college women soccer players tonight. (Yes, I'm a little crazy--and I get to do it again tomorrow night with the men's soccer team!!) A handful of the girls stayed behind after the rest had eaten and left and we looked through my old albums and talked--about their handsome coach :) :) :) about their boyfriends and dogs and homes and aches.
It was fun.

It was also eye opening for me. I always always feel like my kids were babies yesterday, Jeff and I started this life journey yesterday. I honestly feel baffled at times when I think about 18 years of marriage and an almost 17 year old son... Shouldn't that be someone else's life?? I should have tiny babies and still be a newlywed.

But I'm not.
And that was never more evident then when looking through pictures of my wedding, an event that happened before many of these girl's births! It not only looked like a life time ago, it felt like another life.
So crazy.

And yet not.
It happens.
Just life.
Real, honest, good life.
Time.

Time is such a blessing and a curse. But really, time pulling along my happy life is a treasure. Being allowed to live it a gift. And filing through all the memories and lessons, the good times and the hard ones is something I'm so thankful to be able to do.

It may not have been yesterday... not even a hundred yesterdays ago, but it's still mine.