tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873261834399811485.post5361629875885682678..comments2023-10-15T08:13:42.325-04:00Comments on ~Love is written here ~: a perfect family daylove is written herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13018008596762465057noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873261834399811485.post-34619195224481030912012-05-24T10:31:11.552-04:002012-05-24T10:31:11.552-04:00Your beautiful pictures put the biggest, goofiest ...Your beautiful pictures put the biggest, goofiest grin on my face. I ask myself all the time why time seems to pass more quickly the older we get. Is it just because we are more aware of it, or is it because the universe is having a laugh at our expense and actually speeding itself up. That would be so rude. I've noticed time falling into a pattern for me; my mondays are gloomy and slow, and then each day progresses faster and faster until the weekend (which is when I get to see my boyfriend), which flies by so heart-breakingly fast I want to shake my fist at Father Time and sternly remind him that patience is a virtue, damnit.<br /><br />P.S. Any good massage therapy reading suggestions? I still have a year at UMO left, but it's never to early to start prepping!Zoe Knoreply@blogger.com