Seems like the harvest of wheat comes so soon after it is planted. The green of Spring turns so quickly to the gold of late Summer and early Autumn. And it seems like my eighteen year old daughter has sprouted overnight. What is it with time? Can’t grasp it and hold it in my hands. Can’t slow it down. Can’t keep it from changing the world around me. But, I can savor the moments. And as a mom whose childrenRead more