It's amzing how no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, time still passes. Time is a strange thing: while each moment can be different than ones that proceeded it, they can also feel eerily similar. No matter how far it stretches, time can feel elastic as you snap back to certain events.
The picture of my daughter is one such moment in time. While it is its own discreet event (she climbed into the sliding drawer), it also feels elastic in that we have the same picture from 4 years ago of my son doing the same thing in the same drawer. Two different children, two moments in time, and one similar action.
Time is best measured in memory: either ones that we are certain are concrete (the ones that we "remember") and the ones that ARE concrete as they are captured in photographs or shared by several individuals. There are moments in time that seem to go on forever and moments that we wish we could elongate. Like your wedding that was over in a blink or the death of a loved one which seems to reverberate.
There are times when you turn around, and don't know where the days went. (Sometimes, summer can feel that way). Or times when the days can't pass quickly enough (Winter?) Time feels different depending on how old you are. To children, time seems endless. To adults, it feels ever so finite.
Individual days can have significance, like birthdays, anniversaries, holidays...and the days that we attach a positive meaning to are ones that we look forward to arriving at. Some days are painful and we avoid thinking of them. Death anniversaries, days where we were met with disappointment. Once again, time does something magic and makes the hurt fade, but its not completely erased.
How do you wrestle with time?