Okay, ready? Today's topic is: Last...
Last night was the 41st anniversary of my birth. For real! I was the last child my parents had, though the first, as well. I am an only child. The last time I spoke with them on the phone was also last night ~ just a short conversation because our supper was almost ready ~ but it was enough to catch up a little and say I love you.
I don't mind growing older, but I wish I could remember the last time I didn't wake up with a stiff neck and shoulders. I know there have been mornings here and there, but they are few and far between.
I don't really like to think about "lasts." I'm always reminded by the kids book (by Karen Kingsbury, I think) where the mother is constantly wondering, is this the last time I'll tie his shoes for him? Is this the last time he'll come to me for a Band-Aid? Is this the last time he'll drive off this driveway? and so on and so forth. I read it once and that was the last time. I don't want to think about the "lasts" in my relationship with my children. I want to ENJOY watching them grow up and mature, not constantly wonder how life might indelibly change from each moment on.
At LAST, my time is up and I can quit rambling!! ;)
You know, this really is tougher than it sounds! Sheesh. Are you up for the challenge??
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