Winter's retreat

I know every kid my age asks the same thing, but if it's a cliché that's only because it's true.

How do they grow old so fast? There is no greater traitor than time. It seems just yesterday mama and papa were young, dynamic, full of energy. Now the gray hairs have set in (or receded a little more) and dark bags under red eyes are permanent fixtures (nothing to do with us I'm sure).

But time flies by. You think they'll be young eternally. Where does the time go?

Oh, I know. That's what's supposed to happen. You don't want them to be drooling, goggle-eyed parents forever. No. They need to get on with life. Maybe even grow up. But we just didn't expect it to go so fast.

Winter is almost over - if that's possible. February passed quickly. It seems only yesterday we were raising a paper cup and toasting to Tess' fourth birthday. Pin the tail on the donkey. Piñata. Those were crazy days.



Then came the cousins. Sensational singing sailors on the Seine, showtime and chèvre at the Chetif Moulin...

But winter gave way to...more winter. Then, after a little more winter came the sun. Warm days. Two of them. Now a little more winter. Soon it'll be spring. Then, in the blink of an eye, it's winter again.

Days pile up like old newspapers.

You just wish they would stay that way forever...



Why don't you check out some snaps of Tess' wild and crazy birthday here: Pass the lampshade

Or marvel at our culinary prowess here: you mean there's no chocolate in boeuf bourguignon? 

Chortle at our family antics here: Papa just left to join the foreign legion

Meander through a simple life here: What do I wear to Will's wedding?!?!?