I am in London with my family this week. Twelve years ago, we were here in this same city and we saw the the same sweetly wonderful show we saw last night... Mama Mia. My youngest, Lily, is about to begin her final year of study as an undergraduate architecture student. She just finished a summer internship with one of the most sought after architecture firms in DC. Her boyfriend lives here in London.. And twelve years ago in this same place, this beautiful young woman was a ten year old girl in braces still wearing a uniform.
So there I was in the theater last night wishing I'd brought a wad of Kleenex as I watched that scene we all know... the mom brushing her daughter's hair, admiring this beautiful grown woman and wondering - Had she been a good mother? Did she savor every moment enough? Did she really know her daughter?
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind?
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing, slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
So this week I am just trying to slow the hands of time. To freeze the picture.