Yesterday, today & tomorrow.

Time moves slowly, but goes by quickly.

Never has that truth rung louder than it did today.

Yesterday, my phone rang - it was my firstborn. She usually calls on Saturdays, so when her name pops up midweek, I feel that familiar flicker of worry before I can let myself relax.

This time, she wanted to share something special: a photobook she created. The occasion? Her own daughter - my granddaught…