ENTRY # 48 How does one measure time? I count the days ’til the end of summer.
That’s one.
I measure it in jobs, projects and deadlines. Thats another.
In quarters, terms, semesters. Those units are interchangeable. They merely rotate.
I measure it in my children. Ah! Thats what really makes the tick tock. I measure it in baby teeth, and motor skills (pincer grip graduating to hold a cup). I measure it in the way Aidan is reading everything aloud. I measure it in the way Connor fearlessly does flips on the bed.
Connor, “Can I still be your little boy?”
“Always.” Though he won’t want to be after a while.
