Did you ever have one of those weekends where you can’t remember anything special you did but you can’t believe know how fast the time passed? Wait…sounds like almost every weekend since I turned 50. ;-)
My daughter, Amberle, drove down from Asheville, NC, to spend the weekend and that always makes time seem to fly by. We had a belated birthday for her and I baked her a birthday cake, which has come to be somewhat a tradition.
When I was a lad my Mom taught me how to make cakes from scratch but these days the box cakes are easier and almost as good.
Back to my point, if there was one. It seems a shame that the good times go by so fast but bad/sad times often seem to last forever.
Since time is a constant I guess It’s all in our perception so it makes sense to be sure we account for every moment of those good times.