Until I am measured,
I am not known,
yet how you miss me when I have flown;
What am I?
Time Is Our Greatest Resource—would you agree?
I’ve been so aware of time this month as we’ve been visiting with our kids. My last post highlighted our Colorado trip. Today I am sharing our visit with our son and daughter-in-love…they drove from Southern Georgia to Connecticut to spend a week with us.
Time at Home
The weather was perfect—a creative feat for New England. The night they arrived, we grilled marinated steak and then enjoyed the porch.
The next day we took it easy, visiting old cemeteries nearby, and went into Putnam for lunch and antiquing.
Alarm clocks went off early the next morning as we got ready for our Boston trip. We took the infamous “T” into Park Street station and then walked The Freedom Trail. It was a perfect day for taking in the sights.
For lunch we enjoyed amazing sandwiches from Sam LaGrassa’s…kudos on the pastrami!! There’s nothing like a picnic lunch on Boston Common.
We followed the brick pathway through the city and into the North End. We enjoyed seeing the Old State House, Granary Burial Ground, Old North Church, Paul Revere’s House, King Chapel, Faneuil Hall, Massachusetts State House, and more.
Then Time in Maine
Then all of us convened in Maine for a family picnic. Our daughters road-tripped from Colorado and met us there. And all six of us were together for the day.
You may wonder what all this has to do with time.
It’s been a year since I saw my kids last….so planning and looking forward to this visit has been awesome. Before I knew it, the time had come…and now time is flying by. Just a couple more days before they all drive home.
I sat on the porch this morning, fighting the blues, wondering if it would be another year. Wondering how many years I have left on earth…ten or fifteen? And, does that mean I may only see them ten or fifteen more times? (Yes, I did have a little melancholy moment)
I realize I need to continue to embrace every moment…savor them. Say all that I want to say. Share all I want to share with them, now. Don’t wait. Because I don’t know what tomorrow holds.
Each day is a gift. Every relationship is precious. And, time—a precious gift that you can’t retrieve. I am so grateful I had this month to spend with my family. The memories will fill my heart until time happens again.
Time to laugh, to travel, to eat….and yes, to grieve as I say goodbye.
What does time mean to you…
and how are you savoring every moment as a sweet gift? Join the conversation by leaving a comment below.
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