I catch myself many times at night telling Blake, “Now, I’m older. Now I’m older.” And now I can’t get that moment back and why do seconds feel so short, but some hours or minutes or days feel so long. And how did that week fly by? How is Hailey almost 9? Why is half her life at home already over? Spencer has grown and Brooke is only 23 months behind him and within 3 years, they will both be baptized. Did I live that time enough? William is nearly 2 and an independent guy, yet I have seemingly much time with him. Have I savored every waking moment of my 33 years? How many times have I wished for bedtime or naptime or for time to slow down or think I have too much time? Does it matter that I haven’t savored every moment?
My conclusion is: Moments are exactly that, moments. They are the special times that make up life. The day to day routine and sometimes hum drum existence we lead is filled with these moments. The sweet words from Blake or the kids. The surprise package in the mail. The minutes snuggled up reading children’s books, read a million times or more, but still never old to them. The tickle fights, the laughing, the chasing, the hide n seek. The cooking and teaching and growing moments that make up life are those that I will never forget. When my time is gone and I am ready to meet my Maker, I know I will look back on my life and remember my moments. I probably won’t remember or care about the laundry or the cleaning or the day to day tasks but I will remember the moments and that is why I can appreciate time.