Unfortunately for her, one of my Mom’s well worn comments I never forgot was when she caught me wishing time away and went something like this, “Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you come to the end, the faster it goes.” Don’t wish time away, you can’t get back.
The idea of Mom’s is certainly coming true for me. An example is coming up tomorrow when Liz and I go down to the courthouse to secure our marriage license. It seems not…
