Time flies

This morning, over breakfast, I was telling Vince about the LeBunny Bleu launch. As usual, I brought Iñigo with me. What's unusual was Vince and Vito followed us at the event. I said, "The magazine editors (that I used to work with) kept calling Iñigo, Vito!"

When Vito finally showed up, the editors were so shocked. "This is Vito?! Wasn't he just a baby?!"

And Vince and I laughed at the story. Vince said, "For single people, time stops. Kids remind you every day that time is passing you by very fast."

And I said, "Yes. Every day, I look at the kids and I think, I can't catch up. It's too fast!"

He doesn't like me kissing him anymore =(

The bittersweet irony of becoming parents (well, one of its many bittersweet moments!) is that parenting is the beginning of a great adventure. Perhaps the greatest for many of us. But it's also the beginning of the end because every single day that our kids grow, develop, learn, become stronger, wiser, better also means that we, their parents, grow old, become weaker, fade away.

I don't really mind. I'd give up all of me if it means my children will become a better them. And yet I pray to God every day, "Please give me a long and healthy life! I want to see my children grow, love, live! Give me time, dear God. If it is Your will, give Vince and me time."

Time, it's the most precious, fleeting thing I want!