Four months OLD?

We’re old from the moment we’re born, it seems.

One minute, one hour, one day, one month…

OLD?

Oldly creaking through life?

One fatalistic minute closer to death from our first gasping breath?

It’s not right.

To replace the word with young is not the answer… It’s too much like a garish bumper sticker claiming its owner’s are 50 YEARS YOUNG!

No, young is not the answer…

New?

My sons are four years; two years and four months new.

Newly looking at magpies:

Newly climbing mountains:Newly meeting horses:Newly discovering Autumn:

Newly learning to laugh:Now, I do not know when new wears to old,  but I know it isn’t at four years or two years and certainly not

FOUR MONTHS!

2 Comments

  1. Clarissa says:

    Again meels, LOVE it! xxxx

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