I have to say this endeavor has benefited me in ways that I never anticipated. As I cull through the endless projects awaiting my attention; some old and some not so old, I am in awe of the way that time passes by so quickly yet the unfinished items remain frozen in time. Here is one of my favorite photos from 1978. My little boy happily turns his breakfast bowl of applesauce and oatmeal on top of his head. He is proud as punch and his face shows it. It was hilarious and I was lucky enough to capture the moment forever; but look behind him. On the wall are two needlepoint pieces my mom made for me when we moved in to our new little apartment. I wasn't the only one who loved them, my little boy, so sweet and funny, used to wiggle around in his high chair until his chubby little hand could knock them off the wall; he was always delighted with his efforts. We have moved many times since that photo was taken and the needlepoint fruits have been hung and re-hung until eventually they were stored away and forgotten. I Recently came across them in the bottom of a box of old photos; there they were just waiting to be found. Time paused andI I remembered. The wall decorations were filthy and the frames broken, but the memories were as clear as they could be. After a good soaking and blocking and a minor repair here they are. 
The fruits grace my wall again but this time they are appreciated in a different way. My baby boy is a grown man with a life of his own. My mom, is now 91 years old; her failing eye sight and memory loss has sadly robbed her of her ability to create such beautiful things and I am more aware than ever that our time together is dwindling. I wonder where has the time has gone and I know I need to hold tight to my memories now.
Time is fleeting
