The concept of time seems to elude me the older I get. I was talking to the receptionist at my rheumatologist’s office and I said I had been there two years ago when it had really been four years. Oops. I found some old letters Rhea had written Kyla when she served her mission and it was hard to wrap around my head the fact that she was so little. She said she was sleeping on the floor. What?? She said I was teaching her to play the piano and she could play “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” She said she wanted to serve a mission just like Kyla. And now here we are – the time has come. Time. Where have you gone?
Tara Truly 