Time in a Bottle

My Grandfather used to listen to Time In A Bottle by Jim Croce on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. I remember the cover of the CD, the old stereo system and how the volume dial actually felt like it was turning something up. I never really understood it, but I eventually knew the words by heart.

Years later, as I look at pictures and see our family growing (in age and in size) or when Cameron gets his picture confused with Payton's I really can feel that song seeping back from my child hood.

Payton is only 5 months old and there's already so much change. 

In 5 years, if you're looking for me, I'll be the one in the auditorium, on the field, in the classroom, who is laughing with tears in her eyes wondering where the bottle is that I filled up with all of these moments and all of that time.