Good morning yesterday, You wake up and time has slipped away …
Time is defined in the Oxford Dictionary as “the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.”
This week my daughter and son-in-law will celebrate their first wedding anniversary. I cannot believe one year has gone by so quickly. Last year was so busy, so many plans and events, it’s difficult to remember all of the little details. We seemed to be living in a wedding frenzy, joyful busyness that encompassed our lives. This year has been the complete opposite, quiet with no big event to plan.
The quote above is from a song titled “The Times of Your Life” by Paul Anka, (oddly, that song was an advertisement for Eastman Kodak) my sister played that song at her wedding when she danced with my father. That too is so long ago, I was pregnant with my daughter and life just seemed to move at a steady pace back then. I’m not really sure when it seemed to move as quickly as it does now, but I know that it moves much faster the older I get. Both of my parents are gone now, just the three of us left, me, my sister and my brother, who is the youngest. I remember when my parents brought him home from the hospital, we are five years apart and, I can remember it like it was yesterday.
This week, I started thinking about time, with Cristine’s first wedding anniversary approaching, I thought, how did it all go by so fast? She was just a newborn last time I looked, 26 years could not have gone by that quickly, could they? I can still see my mom bouncing (yes bouncing) down the hallway of the hospital, on her way to meet her first grandchild. Presents and pink balloons in hand, she was so excited to be a Grandma.
Maybe being nostalgic is part of getting older, you see things differently as you get older and become more sentimental about so many things, at least I seem to be. That being said, life is a gift and it should be lived to the fullest. Sadly, when you’re young, you don’t think this way, but as you get older, you realize how precious every moment is and how it should be cherished. Looking at photographs is one way I enjoy remembering all of those special moments, now just memories and such good memories they are! I sometimes find myself laughing when I look at how silly my daughter was when she was young and her smile, how it brings me such complete joy. I’m sure you have similar photographs which bring utter joy as well.
As always, thank you for stopping by and I look forward to hearing some of your memories. Until next week . . .