This morning I find myself still waiting for my new granddaughter's birth.  I've been told she is to be named, Elizabeth Ann, and she's very much wanted. But Elizabeth is just not in a hurry to get here, so we wait.  Time is ticking and we all have schedules to keep such as spring flowers to be planted, gardens to be tilled, Easter church services and dinner with family.  She has no concern for these activities, so we wait. 

As I wait for Elizabeth, I found myself doing another chore, that of taking my real mother in for a hospital procedure.  It was truly a surreal experience.  There was some awkwardness when I had to help her undress. I have no memory of every being intimate enough with her to see her unclothed in any way.  As we waited and our conversation lulled, I (who've always bragged I could talk to ditch diggers or bank presidents) could think of no new topics to bridge.  I found myself wondering if she remembered ever rocking me to sleep as an infant, changing my diaper, etc.  I'm sure she must have and I thought about the time that as passed since then and the changes in our lives that time has brought about.

The clock ticks and we fill the passing time with both mundane and important events.  As we age, we often begin to feel the need to make our time more meaningful.  As our friend, nsgee1, noted in her blog, we have those Bucket Lists.  But whether we ever fulfill those lists or not, time passes.  

But does it march?  I think not.  When younger, time ever so slowly passes.  I remember thinking I would just never turn 18 and be able to live on my own.  But, I did!  And then at 20 I had my first child, at 21 my second, and then one after another, events occurred so quickly my life became a blur.  Until I find myself here, waiting on my fifth grandchild!  Time is not exactly marching but it for sure is drumming at a very steady pace.  The question is, what will I do with the rest of it?