Time Marches On

I recently returned from another trip to Denver. This time, it was to attend Mike's daughter's college graduation. I never cease marveling over the march of time. Yes, Mike and I acknowledge monthiverseries. We recognize that another birthday, Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc. has come and gone and we are still living in different states. It's not like we don't realize that time is passing. But at our ages, the majority of our momentous events are lived through our children.

Mike's daughter was a freshman in college when we first got together, so sitting at her graduation was a not so gentle reminder that the years are slipping by. My own daughter is now half-way through her undergraduate work. In fact, she turns 20 on Saturday! I will no longer have teenage children. That may not seem like a big deal but I truly don't feel old enough to have children in their 20s. It seems I was just that old myself.

But there is a positive side to this as well. The relentless passage of time shows me that I've come a long way in managing the emotions of a long-distance relationship. Emotions that I thought would overwhelm me in the beginning. And despite the challenges, or perhaps because of them, our love is still strong.