Fighting Age

I recently placed a whole bunch of old pictures on my digital frame at work. Now, I am constantly reminded about how fast time is going. I can't get it to slow down. I see pictures of my boys when they were just babies. It was just yesterday. Before I know it, my shopping list will change from chips and soda to prune juice and anti-wrinkle creams. Time is crazy. It has been described as a predator that is constantly stalking you. Or it can be a companion that goes with us on the journey of life, constantly reminding us to cherish every moment. Because they may never come again. I prefer to think of time as the later of those two descriptions.