Don't Blink

Country music singer, Kenny Chesney, has a song out right now called, "Don't Blink."  It's a prettily done number, suitably melancholy for country music, about how time flies and how we all tend to take it for granted.  Its chorus has been going through my mind this week.

Don't Blink
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don't blink 
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you're praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don't blink

On Tuesday afternoon I took Matt and Elsie into Grand Forks.  Elsie will be confirmed in a few weeks.  My fourth baby, already getting confirmed.   She needed a dress for the occasion.

More traumatic for mom, however, was taking Matt to the Marine recruiter to start the process of his enlistment.  Oh, boy!

And then at the elementary school concert last night.   During the final number, they had a third or fourth grade boy with a desert camo shirt over his clothes walk about throughout the gym waving a big flag during "Living in America." 

It was all a little much for me.  All I could think was that this little guy was my Matt, just a few years back.  In a little over a year, that desert camo will be his professional attire, not just a costume for a school program.

Don't blink.