I recently took some family pictures for my own family. My mom and dad, the kids, my brother my sister....It was a great time and antics ensued. I didn't think much about it at the time, but I did a few macro and close up shots of my dad, just for practice and interests sake.
What I got stunned me.
I sat and stared.
The picture didn't look anything like my dad, it looked time worn, full of age, maps of history. I hadn't ever just sat and looked at him. Looked into his eyes, that for once were full of joy from playing with his Grand kids, and not stern, giving 16 year old me - what for.
I don't think I realized that he was that old. The things he has seen. He was five years old in WWII. He's seen telephones be put in. Toilet paper invented. Wars, technology, morals chance, clothing get less, just wow.
I don't think I realized how important it is just to look at someone...to see who they are. What they are. Where they have been and to just take a moment, because it is so fleeting, to appreciate..........
The passage of time.