And, upon this more deliberate consideration, I thought she had a point.
|Mrs. Blackwell has other friends she sees|
when she's seeks blind optimism.
I can't help but notice that I don't yearn for those days.
We're in the middle of a fun phase of development. (I'm told others are less fun. See: ages 13-17.)
Perhaps I fell into the trap of looking toward perceived storm clouds ahead instead of enjoying the sunny skies above.
So consider this a vow, dear reader, that in future posts, I'll be sure to live more in the present, enjoy the situation at hand instead of lamenting its imminent end.
So, the next time the little guy is laughing, giggling, gurgling, smiling and otherwise making my life more fun, I'll remember that the great things in life wouldn't be great if they were with us every, single moment. (Pretty sure I stole that last line from Hallmark.)
I can't recall the circumstances, but I do remember not long after Mrs. Blackwell and I started dating she said to me: “Don’t be said it’s over. Be glad it happened.”
Well said, darling. Couldn't have blogged it better myself.