Old Time is Still A-Flying

Sometimes it amazed me how fast time goes by. While at times it seems as if the days cannot go fast enough, I often look back and wonder where they went. This was one of those weeks. I was busy all week with work and my internship that I lost track of the days, yet I was so looking forward to the weekend that the days could not go by fast enough. And now that it is Monday again, I am wondering where did last week go? Actually, where has the last month gone? How is it already halfway through March?

The title of this post comes from one of my favorite poems: "To the Virgins, to make much of Time" by Robert Herrick.

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,	5
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;	10
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,	15
You may for ever tarry.

I try to remember this poem on weeks like this. To stop and have fun. While I worked very hard this week, I was able to play just as hard. Here is a glimpse of my weekend:

Light Up Shamrock Necklaces. So much fun on the dance floor!

Alli and Me rocking our St. Patty's Day Gear

Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes. Post on how to make these will be up soon! 

My Brother and His Beautiful Daughter Trinity. 

Look at Those Baby Blues!

My Family. I wish I could have been there with them.

I spent today at my internship for a pasta party and swing dance. This is the first event I have helped planned and it was a great success. I will put up photo's from this soon.