Yesterday I read a book I apparently had already read. It was a thriller by James Patterson and it seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember what happened in it - until I read it. As I finished reading an event, I'd think, "Oh, yeah. I knew that." And I thought at some point the ending would jump out of wherever it was buried, but that didn't happen - until I finished the book. I believe I may read too much and too fast.
Then last night I watched "Mamma Mia!". On the morning of her daughter's wedding Meryl Streep sings "Slipping through my fingers."
When Lizzy gets back from mission camp she'll have two weeks before we move her to college. I've tried to make sure everything gets done, no regrets, nothing missed. But where did the time go? Her birth was one of the most joyous moments of my life, when the doctor said we had a girl I remember my heart almost breaking through my chest. All the shopping and giggling and emotions and. . . and. . . and. . . All for me and my girl to share.
She goes to college in two weeks.
This summer has been like that book yesterday. Everything is just out of my grasp and then as soon as I get hold of it - it slips through my fingers. She slips through my fingers.
"Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time"