Time.

We went to Mystic, Connecticut for the weekend.

I couldn't help but think about this time last year. It was pretty much exactly a year ago we made the same trip. Stayed at the same fabulous hotel. We had just bought our new car (it was our first road trip in it). We hadn't yet had the pleasure of making a certain Miss Ellie's acquaintance.

Pictured above, last year I sat on this same bench, hugely pregnant with Ellie, while Erin took Leo to the Birds of the Outback exhibit at the aquarium (you can see the bird exhibit in the background of the photo). This year I sat holding in my lap an adorable, almost one-year-old baby! Where does the time go? I mean really. Cause this whole time flies thing is getting ridiculous.

What I will never understand is how certain days just drag. The difficult times, they just seem to take forever. But the good times? They go way too fast. You turn around and it's July 4. And then you close your eyes and it's Thanksgiving. Time is at once eternal and fleeting.

To borrow the words from one of my favorite plays:

"You cannot imagine how time ... can be ... so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it."

To come, more pictures of the trip. And me not being so existential. We had a great time.