Wednesday, June 11, 2008


My mother has told me all of my life, "Annie, the older you become the faster time goes by" I am understanding the wisdom in those words as I flip the calender pages faster and faster each week. Where do the weeks go? The days of May are already gone....did I make them worthwhile? Did I truly take time to do the things I enjoy or was I too busy trying to plan for the next day....?

Yesterday I was able to catch a sweet glimpse of another perspective on time. A couple (both in their late 80's) came to in to the funeral home to add some more detailed instructions about music and clothing to their files. After I had taken their information and we had vistited a bit I asked, "Well, what do you have planned for the rest of the day, anything fun?"

She giggled like a school girl and said, "It is our anniversary!" I said, "Oh, wonderful!" (and assuming as I sometimes tend to do...I asked) "How many years?" She shot him a flirty glance and said, 18 months....

It was all coming to light "You are newlyweds! Well that is even better!! " I said.

As I was walking them out the door she told me they had been to breakfast, then to an exercise session and they had a special steak dinner planned for that evening. He grinned proudly... I could tell he had planned quite well....

She then said, "We decided when we got married to celebrate each month because at our age we don't know if we have years."

With that lesson learned, I have decided to celebrate the months as well. In this day and age, even if it is a text message sent on every 22nd of the month to my husband just to let him know I love him.

Because at my age, I am not promised years either.


Lu Lu's Fluffy Ruffles said...

Beautiful story!!

Brooke said...

What a great story. Thanks for sharing.