magical moments*
i’m having a difficult time believing that it’s already august. that my sister leaves for her sophomore year of college in two weeks. that the ever-anticipated trip to key west (my fourth, the boy’s third) is done and gone. that the summer has nearly passed without me really taking advantage of my freer lifestyle.
as i get older, many of the things that mom and dad told me when i was younger, those clichés of life that i didn’t want to hear or believe, are actually true. each day manages to speed up with no regard for your feelings or opinions. i wanted our time in key west to linger a bit longer. but did father time take that into account? nope. it’s almost been a week since we’ve been back, and i’m still missing it a bit.
as naz and i lazily strolled down duval or pedaled our little toodlers to other ends of the island we hadn’t seen previously, we did something which is what made me fall in love with him in the first place. we talked. really talked. sure, we talk all the time; we see each other every day. but these were the kinds of exchanges that lovers and partners live for, the reassurances in life that 1) you chose the right person to spend your life with, and 2) that this individual is ready to share and support you during any uphill battles as well as the casual happy-go-lucky occurrences. i’m not bashful to admit that i’m a very, very lucky gal.
during these discussions, one thing i vowed to do is to use my time more constructively. no matter how my schedule may change in the next few months as i make some other decisions, i want to get back to doing activities that i treasure, perhaps even embark on some yet to be discovered. hey, i started jogging every day, so miracles can and do happen.
the bottom line is that i have no idea how our story will turn out. but i certainly would like to impact the outcome, and there’s no chance of doing that if i simply stand idly by. that’s really not my style anyway.
*it sounds cheesy and sappy, but this phrase was actually uttered mockingly by naz at fort zachary taylor state park with regards to the sunset, an overdressed bride and groom, some parasols carried by bridesmaids, a trolley and a soon-to-be hitchin’.