Time
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.
1 comment:
Awesome post Heather! Did you know I needed that or what???:-) That is exactly what I needed to hear! Some days I don't know how I'm going to do it all…and that's just it, I probably never will do it all, but hopefully I'll do what needs to be done most and take advantage of "those moments". You're such an awesome mom and wife!
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