Thursday, November 11, 2010

the gift of time.


What a thought.

How did I get this old, that I'm wishing for time? Dreaming, scheming for time rather than those new jeans, or a new pair of uggs.

No, we're all fine- praise Jesus. Physically, we're all fine- besides a little scare with the gyno (which I'm not going to go into) we're happy and healthy.

I just got off the phone with my mom and dad. Our talks are so different now a days. We don't talk about normal, everyday "stuff"- instead we talk about time.

The time we have until we see each other, the amount of time we are spending in Florida, how much time in between visits, what we'll do with our time together, etc.

Time, time, time.

For Christmas this year, my parents got our family flights to Florida. And I couldn't think of a better gift. I don't want, nor do I need anything else for my home. The kids certainly don't need a single thing...

We're getting the true gift of time :)

We are blessed, that's for sure.

I have a few girlfriends who I regularly chat with, venting about how much I miss my mom, dad, siblings.

I know in reality, millions of families are separated from coast to coast and not able to see each other often... maybe not even at all.

When it starts to get dark here in Michigan, I'll think of my airplane tickets, and be thankful for the time I do have with my family.

ahhh what a night. ;)

1 comment:

Russ and Karen Gaston said...

I completely agree that time is better than presents any day, birthdays, holidays, etc.

P.S. I love your new blog look...I too have added the sillouette family. Love it! :)