I recently read somewhere that time is not something that you can see, but is something that can only be represented by change. The sun rises and sets, just to do the same thing again, and again, and again. Time truly is not something that can be seen but is felt.
Friends, more than ever, I feel the passing of time. It is the way our son’s words have developed into almost coherent nouns and adjectives, and through the simple observation of our friends’ families growing in numbers every year. I feel it as the thermometer that marks the temperatures outside rises daily as we experience yet another brutally hot summer in Phoenix. I can also palpably feel the presence and passing of time as I turn the pages on my calendar that move closer and closer to 2017’s end, when our little family anticipates moving across the Atlantic to reside in my beloved hometown of Cape Town, South Africa.