Josie is 9 months old today. That is roughly 270 days old. Each day is a significant portion of her entire life, like 0.3%. Me, on the other hand: I am roughly 12,230 days old. A single day is .008% of my life. With this much perspective, a single day goes 45 times faster for me than it does for her.
If I could fit my age into Josie's timeframe, the sun would be rising to start a new day every 32 minutes.
We were speculating about why she didn't wake up in the morning excitedly to Lisa, after Lisa came back from a one-night business trip. Maybe she had forgotten that Lisa was gone? Just 12 hours of sleeping would make the awareness of Lisa's departure 0.15% of her life ago. That is like sleeping nearly a month (22 days) from my time perspective! Maybe after sleeping 22 days I would also forget what happened just before.
For Josie, waiting another 3 months until her first birthday party is like me waiting a decade for my next birthday. I remember time moving like this when I was a kid. My next birthday 6 months in the future might as well have been infinitely far away. Dan
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