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As we grow older time tends to slow down causing us to smile…oftentimes to sigh 

when we realize how so much our life has gone by…in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye I was born…in the blink of an eye I was walking…

In the blink of an eye I was laughing…in the blink of an eye I was talking.

In the blink of an eye I was off to school…where my imagination was created…

In the blink of an eye I was driving a car…in the blink of an eye…I graduated.

In the blink of an eye I was married…had a job…in the blink of an eye I was grown…

in the blin of an eye (make that two blinks) we had two children of our own.

In the blink of an eye our children were crawling…in the blink of an eye they were walking…

in the blink of an eye they were laughing…in the blink of an eye they were talking.

In the blink of an eye there was a divorce…a remarriage and another child, in the blink of an eye, makes three…

in the blink of an eye our of two awkward groups grew one blended family.

In the blink of an eye our children were grown with families and lives of their own…

in the blin of an eye our once full house was empty…

in the blink of an eye Deborah and I were alone.

In the blink of an eye we had grandchildren…in the blink of an eye they were crawling…in the blink of an eye they were walking…in the blink of an eye they were talking.

I think you know where this is going…feel free to amongst yourselves discuss…

for in the blink of an eye those grandchildren we once held in our arms 

were bigger and taller than us.

Which is why, I suppose, as we grow older when we look back at our lives we smile…we cry…and oftentimes we sigh…

remembering all those wonderful moments in our life…

that passed by…in the blink of an eye.