Monday, February 26, 2018

Tip-Toeing Time

We arrived “home” safe and sound yesterday afternoon and our granddaughter Katie was here  at the door to greet us.  She was our house-sitter while we were off galavanting around the country.  She had a delicious veggie lasagne all prepared and we enjoyed a nice dinner together, catching up on all the happenings since our departure.  Thank you, Katie, for a most pleasant home-coming.

Today is our oldest son’s birthday.  Paul was born in “Wild and Wonderful West Virginia,” back in the day when I was just a young college student.  Now, Paul’s sons, our grandsons, Austin and Nick, are young college students!  “Time marches on,” we say, but I don’t think it does.  I don’t recall a big parade, or the blare of trumpets, or the beating of drums, or the stomping of feet as it (time) passed  by.  The time just kind of tip-toed along. The time of Paul’s growing up years, his adolescent years, his college years, his graduations, the day he and Helen wed, the time when his sons were born—these days, months and years just tip-toed along and all at once it seems, I turned around and those times were gone.  I like the idea of time tip-toeing rather than marching along—tip-toeing allows “time” (Paul’s journey) to soak in and thus for memories to take root and to live on.  I do remember his growing up years, his adolescent years, etc., because time tip-toed along permitting us to remember all the seasons of his life as we give thanks for the gift of Paul today.

What will I do now that I am no longer on the road?  I’m sure I’ll find something to do until I can get “on the road again.”  Thank you to those of you who rode along with us through this blog on our journey across “America the beautiful.” I hope you enjoyed the ride and the experience as much as we did.  









  

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