Like many conversations I begin, this blog will start with this sentence:
So I was listening to NPR yesterday and I heard the most interesting story.
It was about these physicists in Colorado who did actual tests on Einstein's theory of relativity by using an amazingly sensitive clock to measure time on a quickly moving train. What they found was that Einstein was right (of course) and time is not constant. The clock on the high speed train found time moved just a teeny-tiny bit more slowly than the stationary clock. How much more slowly? About 18 zeros after the decimal point of a second more slowly. Not a lot, but a bit.
This news is promising however. Because regular time is just going too damn fast. I think I'd be willing to become the Boxcar Kids if it meant a little longer at bedtime. More snuggles, more books, more talks about our day together.
I would take 18 zeros after the decimal point worth of more walks through the neighborhood.
Even though I'm growing weary of nursing in public, with my big girl baby, I know that those nursing snuggles are winding down so an extra billionth of a second would probably be welcome.
I wouldn't turn down an extra moment watching her take in a fall parade.
18 zeros after the decimal place wouldn't be close to enough time to drink in Violet's new love for dressing herself.
I'm going to hold out hope that these physicists will be able to translate 18 zeros after the decimal into some meaningful extra time for those of us watching our babies grow up too fast.