Memories of the 1960's. Drinking from the garden hose, Playing outside till it was time for supper or it got dark-whichever came first. Box fans, heat rash, Church on Sunday and one family black & white television with 3 channels. Time passes and times sure have changed. Welcome to my world. Stories about growing up in Texas. New adventures and the struggle to remain relevant in the lives of my adult children.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Time Passes Too Fast
I miss my kids being kids. It just went by way too fast. My parents warned me that would happen. Mom says "Time marches on". I really did try and take heed but the closest thing to a handbook life gives you is those little tidbits of wisdom passed down from parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, the wise old guy down the street, the Luby's lady with the blue eye shadow and bouffant hair do-pretty much anyone 5 minutes or more older than you are. My kids have thanked me for stuff I told them. That is a pretty cool feeling. I did not realize I actually 'know' something. That is a story I will save for another day. Enjoy today, every minute, everyone in it. Time passes too fast. Don't you wish we could slow it down a little? Thanks Mom & Dad. kisses
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Well auntie stef ....u can ALWAYS share your wisdom with me.....I love your point of view on things and learning from u how to handle things the right way instead of acting on impulse like a compulsive maniac..I thank u for looking out for me since my momma isn't here to do so ......i love u ,your guidance and I will always be here to absorb and cherish your useful life lessons....
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