Beginning

The beginning is the most important part of the work - Plato

And truer words (about me) were never spoken. It's why I rarely get anything finished. To finish something, you must, logically speaking, begin it. I am the world's biggest procrastinator. I have boxes full of photos waiting to become scrapbooks. Well, okay, I've got computer files full of photos waiting to be printed and then made into scrapbooks. I've got birthday cards waiting to be mailed two years ago. I've got Seraphina waiting to bake blueberry muffins. Sometimes it seems I have such a busy life that I never have time for living. And that's what this blog is about. A new-fangled way to freeze those precious moments. You know, the ones that slip by even as you assure yourself you'll never forget? I never appreciated the adage about time slipping by until my children started growing up. Or maybe it's just I'm (finally) gaining some wisdom as I grow up.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever

And without really entering her world

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter

That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Okay, now I'm off to bake some muffins...