One of the things I really got to enjoy on vacation was looking around. Sometimes I get so busy that I don't lift my head to see what's going on around me. So while Dave and Nolan were frolicking in the waves I people watched, one of my favorite things to do. It occurred to me that in my everyday life I'm not one to stop and look around.
A few days ago I was at our town pool (kiddie pool is only 12 inches deep) and I turned around to put something in the bag. When I turned back around I couldn't find Nolan. Turns out he was that big white-haired kid who looked too big to be playing in the kiddie pool. When did that happen?
It seems like just yesterday this was my baby- this bald chubby drooly baby. Not any more.
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. (well said, Ferris)