Amy's 'momentary trouble'

Yesterday I rushed home after work, changed my clothes and dashed back out the door to take our nephew to his parents (he had been up here to attend Future Champs Football Camp with Trevor). If it wouldn’t have been that, it would have been something else like, running to a baseball game or running someone to go swimming or the library or to a friend’s house. We don’t seem to slow down and enjoy life. Anymore we are constantly on the move from one activity or meeting or obligation to another and time flies. Brittany will be a junior next year…a junior! She will have to start seriously thinking about where she will want to attend college. I was sure it was just a couple of years ago that I was sitting in the auditorium of South School listening to her class sing the ‘President’s Song’ and time flies. Trevor will be in eight grade this year! Top of the heap in middle school! Boy has he grown this past year! I find it increasingly difficult to successfully wrestle with him. It doesn’t seem that it was too long ago where I could hold him with one of my arms around his back and the other around the back of his legs and force his knees to his chest. I can’t do that anymore and I’m sure it’s not because I’m getting weaker, who told him he could become a young man? And time flies. And of course I see changes in Vinny and Hope as well, Hope will be starting Kindergarten this fall, but because she’s been the peer role model in the special needs classroom for the past two years, it seems like it’s just another year for her. And Vinny is two years from going to the middle school. And time flies. Amy and I will be married 20 years this August. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, but time, like sand, has a way of slipping through your fingers and before you know it your first child graduates high school, or gets married, or you have an empty net and are retired. And still, time flies.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after life,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
So sad, so yearning, the days that are no more.

- Alfred Tennyson

Don’t live a life of regrets, it will rob your life of joy and if you’re looking back on yesterday’s trouble you will most assuredly miss today’s blessing.

This is Amy's story as seen and told by me - V