Time. It's still standing still.

In spite of what has been a very busy month already, time is still standing still for me.  I know why.  I alluded to it in a post a couple of days ago.  My family is growing up and frankly, I want it to stop.  Not permanently, but just for a little while.  Frankly, I want it to stop for selfish reasons.

I'm most mindful of my daughters right now.  Both are at milestones in their young lives and I want to make sure that the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML and I have done all we could do to ready them for the big, bad world.  I think we have but I would like to stop time for a few minutes to do a reality check.  I'd like to make sure we've prepared them as best we can for what they are going to encounter as they move further into adulthood.  I think we have and I know we've tried to follow God's plan as we've raised the girls and The Boy.  That Gospel plan has served as an incredibly clear route map and insurance plan all these years and that is a source of tremendous comfort.

While I am comforted by that, I still wish I could stop time for awhile.  I'm sure I'll get over this when Our Lady of BYU comes home for a few days next week.  I mean, I have to.  I've got to let my girls go.  Time isn't going to stand still, no matter what I think or want.


But, they need to know this (courtesy of the great Paul Simon):
I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you