At different times in our lives, days move at different speeds. We all know that. Think of the 5-year-old waiting for Christmas to come. Compare that to the 49.95 year old dreading his 50th birthday. Different speeds.
Right now, the days are crashing by, quickly. Dan Fogelberg (admit it, some of you know who he is) wrote a song I always loved called “In the Passage.” It was playing on the radio the night I met my husband. And it’s playing in my head right now:
In the passage from the cradle to the grave
We are born, madly dancing
Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days
We run on and on without a backwards glance