Where does the time go?  I feel like this is something I'm always stressing over, and how there never seems to be enough of it.  Obviously it doesn't change, or go by faster then it had yesterday, last week and or the year before, but somehow the older we get the faster we seem to go through life, and if we're not careful we completely miss out on the small things that quite often turn out to be the important things.  

I get overwhelmed when I think about the big picture and how little we all are in such a big World.  Always getting caught up in our everyday lives, work, school, money, finding happiness, all these things occupy our minds and blind us of how amazing it is to even exist.  Is this crazy talk? I think not, some people may think about this and never say anything, others probably haven't even thought of it. 

My mom is currently visiting for the week and it's just flying by, next week the Boy and I are taking a road trip down to Florida