Today is “the day after”.
The day after I turned 52.
The day I’m realizing my grandmother passed away at my age.
The day I’m wondering where did the time go?
The day I’m wondering where did the summer go?
The day I’m wondering how my Grand-Gobblins have become children and not babies.
(My granddaughter is in the middle)
I’m wondering how their mothers (my babies) are now in their 30’s
and their aunt (my youngest baby) is in her 20’s.
When I met My Tommy, he was my age.
(He’s much younger now)
But seriously, we’re all getting older and the time is slipping away.
I know the time is now . . .
The time is now to find moments to embrace those we love.
(I need to take the example of this waskly wabbit taking a chance eating my dill)
I had big summer plans for time with the Grands . . .
Hannah, Brooke, and Kierstin; Below: Alex
My Tommy, daughters, parents, and friends . . . not to mention this summer’s blog posts . . . so what happened?
(A few garden snippets below)
Am I just slowing down or is life becoming more demanding and chaotic?
I choose to believe the latter. Although, truth be told, it’s probably a little of both.
Every New Year Resolution I have made in recent years has included some form of planning to simplify. Every year that never seems to happen.
So today, the day after, I’m not waiting for the New Year. Today is day one. It’s Sunday. Soon Tommy will be here and we will be driving to church. I love being at church. I can get completely lost in the message to the point of not even being aware of the hundreds of people around me.
I need to get lost in more of life’s precious moments.
Today is day one. . . . No tricks . . . All treats.
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