Timeless

The weird thing about not having had children is that I don’t have a very accurate sense of the passing of time.  I just bumped into a friend and I asked how his baby was doing.  Apparently his baby is playing lacrosse, now.  Which is funny to picture.  “Didn’t I just come to the baby shower?” I think.  And realize that if by “just” I mean twelve years ago, then yes.  I “just” did that.

You would think this would make me panic, but instead the thought that occurred to me was, “It’s so crazy how everyone around me is aging and I’m not.”

If only.