Age is just a number. I don't feel 52.....well, at least most days, I don't. Maybe 52 is the new 42?
My Mom and Daddy love me unconditionally......and still think of me as their "little girl". They both dropped by the house today for visits and each reminisced about my birth and childhood. Some days, I long to be their "little girl" again......
My husband is a "keeper" and I'm lucky to have found him, even if it wasn't until I was already in my 40's! However, when I ponder it, I probably wasn't ready for him when I was younger. But, he charms me and makes my heart beat a little bit quicker when he walks in the front door with a pink box from AM Donuts for my birthday breakfast......
My children are grown and have all flown the nest. Yet, they continue to be my babies.....how is that? I miss the pitter patter of little feet now and then, the spilled milk and sopping wet bath times. Where did the time go???
As the years speed by, I realize that I am guilty of not relishing the time enough. Not appreciating the moments that deserve my attention. I get "busy", I worry too much, I neglect some things that are truly important and carry the guilt for doing so like a heavy burden.
As I grow older, time seems to speed up and roll by faster and faster. Yet, I feel the need to slow down more and more. Slow down and savor LIFE and all the gifts along the way. The gift of time with family and friends, laughing and loving, building memories. The gift of rising and spending time in quiet communion and thanksgiving each morning. The gift of slowing to a stroll to enjoy the scenery instead of racing by and only seeing a blur.
It's been a good day and I'm thankful to have enjoyed it deliberately and thoroughly. Sleep well and live tomorrow fully, my friends.....
Your young....as you feel and think
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