I've been quiet for a while, just busy with life. I hope to get back into the swing of things in another week.
If all goes as planned, I’ll be boarding a plane at sunrise on Saturday to visit my four adult children in Connecticut and New York City. What used to be a simple process, is now far more complicated. Who knew we’d one day worry about if we’d have a pilot to send us on our way?
Because of the pandemic, I’ve not seen my kids for several years. Email and handwritten letters are no replacement for actual hugs, and I’m so looking forward to feeling their heartbeat.
For any parent, years disappear far too quickly. We remember when our sons or daughters were tiny. It was then that they became part of us. Their laughter and tears filled our hearts and reside there still. We can hear them through our dreams and old photo albums.
Time is elusive, isn’t it? Don't we all use the expression, "It seems like only yesterday"?
There are 15 years between my eldest and my youngest. Lifetimes are crowded into those years. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined my life as it has unfolded. But, what would I have changed?
At my stage in life, I'm simply grateful.