April 29, 2002

  • Time marches on....

    The beating of the drum keeps going and going. Or is it some internal clock telling me that time is short. Time is precious. Time is fleeting away.
    Life is short, my boys are growing too fast, and I can't seem to keep up with them.
    My oldest is a tween with feet bigger than me, he stands almost as tall and is so sweet. He truely is my beloved glen. He is what helps me when I need support and encouragement.
    My middle boy is just what his name means twin protector/fighter. His alarms go off very fast and he is agro enough to try and fight anything that trys to harm me.
    My little boy is beautiful, precious and truely a blessing.
    I don't know what I did to deserve them. How will I ever let them know how special each one is to me. I live life as if tomorrow is my last so that they will know everyday that they are the apples of my eye, the reason for the beating of my heart, and most importantly they are INDIVIDUALS. They are not their father, mother, uncles, or friends. They are made unique and full of life and love. There isn't anything that they can't acheive unless they don't want to. Life is hard, work hard and they can be Dr.'s, pilots, zoologists, missionaries, clerks, hairdressers, or what ever they want. If they do their best and work hard at it because of a love for their job then I will die a contented, proud and happy mother.

    Time marches on....


    Each year that goes by I don't think life could get better of fuller of love and contented peace, yet I know there is still mor out there for me. I have yet to go back to places I love. See people I care about. Have the dreams of my heart come true. Touch a friends hand. Smile at a child. Bring love into a lonely heart. Walk down an aisle for a reason. Cry with a friend. Hike a mountain. Cruise and not get sick.


    Time marches on.....


    I am impatient to do what I want to do in life. But I hope for my kids that they will slow down and enjoy being a kid. Slow down and have fun. Slow down and know that they are young.


    Time marches on.......