So tall!

Time

When did time become so precious. I remember my 20s life seemed so huge, almost daunting, now my 30s are rushing by exasperated by a need to 'do' something apart from mum as Eva begins school. Maybe I should just let time slow down again, and cook and garden but most of all enjoy my children's story yelling/ appreciate being a spectator as they battle with the most important thing to them in that tiny 10 minutes of their lives.
I thought of all this as my girls got themselves dressed for a sat night grocery shop followed by pizza. They dressed each other, suggested accessories, and shared clothes. Pip came upstairs wearing a purple silk dress, pink belt that became a trip hazard, and a head torch. Eva, not to be outdone, wore large pink necklaces and all the flower hair clips she owns. I could have rushed them, as I do when I get frustrated at the outfit changes, but blame it on a recent spurt of yoga classes, I let the whole thing run it's course. Eva even took the time to glue a single sequin to my black shoe as all I was wearing was black, and that just wouldn't do.
Do other people have time? Does having children force you to confront your mortality more regularly? I love the memories I have when I look in the mirror, but more recently I need to know how my story goes, is it a best seller? I would settle for memorable.