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The Gift of Time
Time My husband received this poster in the mail: A 90-Year Human Life in Weeks My heart pounded, panic gripped me. I found my age, looked at how many boxes were left and told myself to breathe! The poster represented how I’ve felt since I was a teen. Time passing day by day. Now here it was right in front of me little boxes, a chart, showing how much time I’d have if I was lucky enough to live to ninety.
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Precious Time
The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough. Rabindranath Tagore I was asked by someone very special if I could remember when my kids were little. My answer had a lot to do with why I still insist on family vacations even though my children live on their own. I answered that I remember moments. I remember the feeling of first holding my daughter in my arms and trying to wrap my head around the word mom. She studied me wide-eyed as if she was saying, so you’re the one I’ve been listening to all these months. I remember when my son would give me kisses by planting his toothless…
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3 Things I’ve learned Since Turning 40
It just so happened my crew of foster puppies that I’m caring for woke unreasonably early this morning. My husband and I looked at each other and shook our heads. We knew they weren’t going back to sleep. We had to throw on our clothes and begin the process of carrying them downstairs and outside. I listened for the rain. The forecast called for a wet day. I was nervous. Nine dogs, seven of which are puppies, and rain can make for a challenging morning.
