Time of My Life

     Time is a valuable commodity.   If you want it to pass quickly, it ticks by slowly.  If you want time to stop so you can savor a moment, you are out of luck.  Once it is gone there is no getting it back.   Sometimes I wonder why anyone would want to rush time.  A person tends to the younger you are.  I can’t wait to get to 16, so I can drive!!  I can’t wait to get to 21,  so I can drink and go to the bar!!  I constantly encourage my kids to savor their youth because it passes so quickly.  

     Once you get past 21, the exuberance begins to fade and the years start to speed up.  After a while, it is just another year that has passed.  Another year older, another year wiser and no worse for wear.  Another year to mellow, another year to up the level of pi$$ and vinegar in the old attitude.

        Who doesn’t wish they could have more time?  More time with that loved one that has passed away?  More time to finish a special project? More time in the day?  What a shock to the system to see loved ones laying lifeless in a casket who only moments before were laughing, loving, living, and breathing along side us!    I remember thinking that time would surely stop without my parents in my life.  To my shock, it didn’t.  My heart broke, but I survived because I had no choice.  Time marched on without them in it.  


      I wish I could freeze time so my kids could be little forever.  Unfortunately that isn’t possible either.   Only yesterday they were sweet babies in my arms and now they are off at school more days than they are not filling their minds with the knowledge they will need to get through life. 

         Every time my husband comes home it seems the time goes so quickly.  There is never enough time to be together or do everything that needs done.  I hate to see him go and  can’t wait until his return.  My life revolves around when he will come home and when school is in session.   Get the kids on the bus!!  Get the kids off the bus!!  Get the dogs out before they create Lake Michigan on the kitchen floor or deposit goody goody gum drops under the television!

         It seems only yesterday I married the love of my life.  Somehow time has passed.  We both look a little older and a little wiser.  We both have faced life’s sorrows and bitter disappointments and our faces have lost the shining optimism we once  felt  when we embarked on our life together.  We have lived in two homes, had two kids, lost family members to death’s unyielding grip, struggled, celebrated, and triumphed.  We are still standing here today, together regardless of life’s adversity.

           If anything, I have learned over the years to make the best of the time I have.  I live each day as if it were my last because it very well could be.   I remember those I have lost with melancholy and wish often they were still here.  I long for how it used to be.  Time waits for no one.  It has never waited for me.  The Bible says all of our days are numbered and each of our lives have purpose.  So I will continue on doing the best I can with what I have.  I will find happiness where I can.  I will treasure the happy times laced with giggles, smiles, and tenderness.  I will  persevere and survive the bad because I don‘t have a choice.  

      When the time comes for my life to end, I will know I have done everything possible to have made the most of the life given me.  I will have persevered and triumphed.   Really that is all anyone can hope for.  I will leave this earth knowing I truly have had the time of my life.  Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.