A Saturday morning of quiet reflection.

I spent the morning at the Toyota dealership, waiting while they exchanged our winter tires for summer ones. We may be taking a chance, but it’s time for me to believe that spring is firmly here.

As I waited, I had a chance to reflect on my life. Almost four decades complete and I’m not sure how I’ve filled so much time up already.

It seems like just last week I was worried about passing my drivers licence, and I’m sure it was only yesterday that I was studying my brains out over a textbook so thick it took four hours to read one chapter.

As my thoughts turned to my children I was overcome with awe. Somewhere during my rapid transit around the sun, they’re here.

Wonderful and vibrant, little lives doing their own thing right in the middle of my thing.

Once the tires were changed, I went to see the latest Marvel movie, Infinity War, with my husband.

I was in a contemplative mood, and felt bereft somehow when it was over.

Yes, the themes of love and loss and heroism were there as always, and the classic jokes that the recent marvel instalments are good at.

But the basic premise was awful. That in order to save the world, he wanted to kill half of everyone, everywhere.

Seriously? So awful.

And as I watched the action unfold, with all the drama that a blockbuster entails, I couldn’t help but think how I’d cope with that knowledge.

And so, I walked out sad, grateful to go home and tuck my children into bed, kiss their soft cheeks and hug their little bodies, and turn off the light on their safe little nests. Many people can’t say the same.

So while my decades have flown by, I’ve been absolutely blessed to have a safe, loving home to return to every night.

And time may be relative, but as long as you have people to share it with, it can be infinite.