Since last post, we have celebrated my husband's birthday and my Grandmother's 90th birthday as well as Valentines day. We have an anniversary next. All the celebrating and festivities mark the passage of time. But this week, we got a little time capsule, We had a few of those disposable cameras and took them to get developed. Well, one was a zoo trip from a time when Stephanie was maybe 9 or 10. Clay had no front teeth. The other was from Stephanie's first summer experience at camp just the summer before last. Needless to say, they had grown a tremendous amount. Moving from mark to mark, we don't really see the progress. Maybe that is why it is the big numbers we celebrate... 25th anniversary, 50th birthday. Every year, i think about the fact that we seem to push through from one day or week to the next without really living or enjoying the experience. It seems to be a theme for me this year. I wonder if that is why age fighting tricks are so big now... if we don't look older, maybe we aren't older.
My grandmother has lived 90 years... twice the amount of years I have been alive. She has had children, grandchildren and now great grandchildren. But everyone she grew up with has passed. She talks about being ready whenever God takes her. I wonder when it is that you decide you have lived your life? I wonder if you ever feel you have lived it right.? I wonder if we ever really do?
