We must obey the time

That's from Othello. "We must obey the time." I have no idea why that line has stuck with me the last ten years. You'd think I'd be better at obeying the time by now, but I still run late frequently. That was the only time I've ever read Othello. Love it, by the way.

If I were the kind of person capable of writing a great sci-fi epic, it would involve bending the rules of time. It would also involve mermaids, I think.

I am bothered by how quickly the time passes. Each day my kids are a little older. Am I really connecting with them? Are they really learning the things they need to learn? Do they feel loved? Do I treat each day like the gift that it truly is, or do I feel entitled to it? Is this the best and highest use of my time?

Logan and Porter are getting so big. I'm so impressed with all the things they are learning and doing yet feel a little sad as they act and think older and older all the time. The other day Porter was being a little too wild and ended up smashing his nose pretty good. He was sitting in the bathtub saying, "I'm gonna die! I think I'm gonna die!" in a sort of defeated voice, not really a cry at all. Finally Logan had enough. He went marching in there and said, "Porter, you aren't going to die. Well, you will die when you are an old man, I guess, but there is no reason to worry about that right now."