As we drove past the familiar spots, I couldn't help but drift into the wispy land of nostalgia—Rt. 11 will always do that to you—but this time was a little different. I missed my children. I found myself, on more than one occasion saying to my wife, “Remember when we ate there with the girls?” or I would recall some humorous story about a past trip. Time passes quickly. When your children are young, like these tender corn plants, you don’t realize how quickly they will grow up. But grow up they do.
These corn plants don’t look like they've grown much since last week, but they have—a couple of inches. Almost undetectable to the casual observer—just like your children. Watch carefully, they’ll be grown and out on their own before you know it and you, like me, will miss them. Take advantage of every moment.
“As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.” ~ Psalms 103:15-16