“Time does not pass, it continues.” ~ Marty Rubin
Time. . . it’s not my thing. I’m just not good at it.
The Fisherman has said for years, “I live in eternity“. and these days he says he wants to learn how to get there with me. . . I laugh hard.
It was said last night by one “there are only 55 more days” until their big day.
Last night we wrote out invitations with loving care.
Another thing the Fisherman says often that I know is true. “We hit the jackpot with these beautiful girls who love our young men.”
God is good to us.
I breathe deep, pause time in my head and take it all in.
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late lunch grabbed with the Philosopher & our beautiful brown eyed girl
long ride with my girls
an enjoyed chat with a man of the cloth
tears of laughter from the fisherman
writing out invitations by warm fire
music from Les Miserables loud in my car
friends & loved ones who believe I can
ball played in the yard
a photo shoot in the woods
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