the passing of days

It's very strange, really. Something has happened, I think. A turning point of some sort has come. Enough time has passed that we are  no longer the "young" ones. Hubby and I were at church this morning, and we attended the Sunday School class of seminary students, rather than the group of more elderly people, and afterwards the people were telling us how glad they were to have our wisdom there amongst their youth. Wow. Double wow! Since when are we not considered young too?

Sweet hubby turns 35 this year, and I'll be 34 this summer. Of course that's not old, but I have a feeling we'll ALWAYS feel young--and when we are 65 rather than 35, we still might be astonished! I recall a few years back a friend of mine commenting on having wrinkles, and I said, "No, you do not!" She insisted, and she was a few years older than me. Now that I am in her spot, I am finding myself to be experiencing the same thing. Again, wow. Aging happens, and it doesn't start all that late in life!

So, I'm just reflecting today on the passing of days and years. I am thinking of how big my two big boys are and how even our little baby is not really little anymore. He'll be walking any day. And there's a happiness and a sadness that comes with all of this. Mainly, it's just strange to realize.

Aging seems to be something that just "happens" to you. It's a passive thing. It happens to you whether you like it or  not. And whether you do anything to "cause" it or not. May the rest of my life not be that way. May I, instead of being passive myself, seize the opportunites before me to live and to love, that I might never look back on the passing of all my days and think of all that got away, of all that was lost, of all that could have been. Father, grant me that grace, I pray. Amen.