Often…. moments are much bigger… or have a meaning…. a memory… which is forever a part of us… Words that were spoken… a shared smile… a gift…. Some day… when I’m much older and these two have their own lives… I’ll sit on my porch and recall the countless unforgettable days…
The little things that have no meaning to anyone else in the world, but that common bond between friends, family, and the cat…. It makes me wonder, often, what pictures the kids have in their memories… It’s like writing my own eulogy and then living towards that end…. I’m certain to have mistakes and regrets accredited to attempts… but who doesn’t… or will not.
I have set out on this trail…. against the wind and the rain…. learning, experiencing, trying to correct errors, make amends, rewrite my plans for tomorrow… I’ll have to answer for them… stand accountable….one day from my porch.. just as I’ll recall the days with Baker…. Belle….. Meanwhile, I have snapshots… moments of time… our time… I’ve been blessed…a lucky man.