I was walking around my home today and I realized that our lives are but a passing window light.

Time goes by relatively quickly, I thought to myself when I started seeing the photos of Princess hung around the house. Princess is nine now. It seems that it was just yesterday that I held her in my arms in the hospital room after her loud, liberating cry - gasping for unadulterated Silicon Valley air at a nearby now-torn-down Kaiser Permanente Hospital.

One thing is for certain - I am extremely grateful that I managed to snap a few hundred thousands of photos of Princess growing up throughout the years.  And to be sure, there may be a few more hundred thousands more photos yet to come.

It just seems that the older I get, the more I realize that our time on this Earth gets even more precious when we age. And quite frankly, it tends to be going a bit faster than when I was younger. And I know that the time I have to spend with my Princess will also get more and more compressed with each day that passes...until one day she, too, would need to find her own space in this world.




A.Passing.Window.Light.

Once.Was.A.Toddler's.Playground.




Little.Hands.That.Was.





Tiny.Toes.




Space.In.Between.




Winter.Memoirs.




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