I remember once my great-grandmother saying, "the minutes creep and the years fly."
At the time she was in her early 90's. Her mind was still sharp, but she struggled physically. A widow in her last years, she spent most of every day sitting in a chair, watching TV, and hoping for visitors. Time probably had never moved so slowly for her.
At the time, I was probably a Junior or Senior in high school. Even then I knew what she meant. Or at least I understood as much as a 17 or 18 year old could understand.
Since then, I've heard many variations of that same adage. As you age, it becomes a common theme, especially if you're raising children. When trying to come up with a name for this space, "minutes and years" perfectly captured the sentiment of what I want to accomplish. As I trudge through the hard days, I want a space to reflect. I want a space where I can capture moments, and freeze them. I hope to share the very realness of my days, instead of only passing along a handful of memories that have been romanticized with time. I want a place where I can look back at these minutes, as the years are flying.
At the moment, I am a mother to two boys. The Biscuit is four, and the Bean just turned two. I also am expecting our third child in 12 short weeks. I am the wife to a dentist, who is in a lot of ways my total opposite, but is by all accounts one of the best human beings on the planet. At the moment I am working full time. In an effort to slow down the pace of our lives, I made the excruciating decision to quit a job I enjoy, and after our baby is born I will be at home full time. I realize what a blessing it is that I even have the opportunity to make such a decision.
I will apologize in advance because I am not a writer. In fact, I'm an accountant - which is sort of the opposite of a writer. I will also apologize in advance because this is a selfish endeavor. There are a million mommy-blogs out there. This one will not offer anything different or unique. Except it will be my stories and images.
I welcome you to follow along as the minutes creep and the years fly.