Yesterday I spent the afternoon-hours and hours-nursing the baby and keeping her asleep-which essentially means holding her. I was stir-crazy a little and needed a break. What’s funny is that with each child, my breaks have progressed down from an hour or a two alone, which meant maybe a nice walk or a browse at the bookstore, down to a 10 minute run to the local grocery store to pick up a few little things just for me. I was feeling a little sorry for myself when I pulled out of the driveway.
But the sun was shining and it was a warm fall day. I saw the sweet young couple on a walk who just moved in next door-they had their tiny infant daughter with them-their first. It brought back memories of that first happy but oh-so-scary year of my oldest’s life-always wondering if we were doing things “right”.
On the way home, I saw a couple who looked to be in their 80’s, smartly dressed, linked arm and arm, taking an afternoon walk. Maybe they were walking to a friends’ home, or the little supper club down the street. I don’t know, but they looked in love and so reliant on each other.
Each stage of life has its rewards and its struggles, but it’s amazing how quickly times flies and I am grateful for the little reminders to never take a day for granted.