My kids are growing up. Too fast. In a flash- or so to speak. I can't even get a picture of them. Not a good one, at least. Too quick. Too quick for my slow picture taking hands. And I'm only 33, or is it 34. I forgot. I was born in '78, that's all I know. I was cleaning my basement storage area the other day and found a sweet picture of Elijah. He was 2. I can't believe used to be 2. He had curly hair, I had almost forgotten. But the picture reminded me. Thank God...all my boys look very similar. Glad I've marked the pictures with names. I got a postcard today from the piano tuner stating that it had been a year since my last tuning. Are you serious? A year. Time...it has a way of eluding you. What are you doing with your time?