Today after church, we had a birthday party to go to. It was Dalton's 11th birthday. He is my nephew Tom's boy. Tom and Carrie are in from Virginia, so everyone got together, bringing a dish to pass. We met at the home of Kristy and Mike and the party got under way quickly. Since the nieces and nephews have taken the Lord's admonition 'be fruitful and multiply' to heart, I was quickly up to my armpits in children. We heard the news that there will be even more of them at future family gatherings. I dandled babies, marvelled at the growth of the others, visited with the greatgrandparents of the whole herd of them. It was noisy and riotous, and I liked watching it, the easygoing way that everybody took charge of everybody else's kids, and babies passed easily from one hand to the next, the babies so used to it that they didn't even bother to put up a fuss.
You really see the circle of life displayed in all its glory at something like this. It seems like only yesterday that I was the young mother with the babies. Heck. It doesn't seem all that long ago that I was the kid sitting on the steps of my grandmother's basement with my own cousins. Now I am one of the 'old folks' at these shindigs.
I sat quietly rocking a baby, watching the hubbub contently, visiting and listening.
Where does the time go?