A recent internet commercial for a clothing company noted that a baby's life is measured in moments, months and then milestones. That caught my ear. I don't watch these commercials as they air before a video I'm waiting to see, but I do hear some of the words ... and those words penetrated my psyche.
I remember when my daughter was moments old. I remember when she was hours old ... and then days old ... and then weeks old ... and then months old ... and eventually, years old. The years kept on coming until they are where we are today. Sixteen of them have passed by in the blink of an eye.
She's given me permission to share these photos.
We all have stories of the last sixteen years of our lives. Not all of them include marriage and children, but I can guarantee that all of them include relationships. It's our relationships that keep us going. It's because of love that we want to live.