Time is such a paradox. It’s the most abundant thing in the universe and one of the precious things known to man. As human beings we have a hard time defining exactly what time is. We try to measure it with the ticking of the clock, by tracking the number of trips around the sun, or by counting the rings on a fallen tree. But it is most real to us when we see the wrinkles in the mirror.
We remember time differently. We remember time by events in our lives. The first day of school. The day you learned to ride a bike. The day you graduated high school. The day you got married.
Many times we remember the vacations or trips that you have taken. Like the time you explored Chicago and checked our the Frank Loyd Wright homes. The time that you were exploring lake Tahoo and wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt because it was July, but you didn’t realize that it was going to be 32 degrees that night and you were underdressed. Or the time you took a trip to Catalina Island and went snorkeling and were captivated by all of the wild life that surrounded us and realized just how little we really know about the world we live in.
We remember all of the family dinners. The Christmas Eve parties at my parents house. The Thanksgiving dinners in the mountains followed up by football with a cool autumn breeze drifting through the windows.
We remember the births of our nephews and the times our friends decided to start their families. And the first time you looked into the baby’s face and they smiled back to you in recognition.
Not all memories are good of course. Time has a tendency to take loved ones away from us. To remind us of our own mortality. But as I think about the last 20 years, it occurs to me that we get to choose how we interpret these events. We get to choose whether to remember them as good or bad. We get to choose what we become when time moves on.
I’m grateful for the last 20 years. For a friend that is truly my partner in life. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Happy Anniversary Care.