Just yesterday I stopped in my hustling-n-bustling to watch and listen to my youngest practicing piano. It was a must-be-drawn moment.
I find myself saying Just Yesterday a lot. “Just yesterday, you were yay-high.” “Just yesterday, you used to say Wavy-blue instead of Navy blue.” “Just yesterday you called your brother Warnie, ’cause William was a bit too much of a mouthful.”
I’m doing the same thing with my oldest girl who is a senior in high school and with my son, a freshman.
How did all those yesterdays even become “yesterday”?
So many lovely yesterdays make one feel full, rich, and just a little old.
I’m so glad I have my sketches of the yesterdays of my life. Aren’t you?