A conversation with my daughter yet again taught me a thing or two about the nature of time.
Daughter: “Daddy, my little sister has had 2 birthdays and I’ve had 5”
She smiled for ‘winning’ the “who’s had the most birthdays” competition. So I joined in.
Me: “Yes, and I’ve had 44”
Daughter: “I don’t think so Daddy.”
Me: “Why not? Don’t you think I’m that old?”
Daughter: “No, I just that I don’t remember you having that many.”
So there we are – time begins when we’re born, even for other people. Perhaps we should celebrate the beginning of time with…a birthday! 😉