You know that old saying? Time flies when you’re having fun. It does.
When you are enjoying yourself immensely, the hours on the clock seem to rev up to warp speed. When you’re miserable, each minute drones on and on and you honestly believe the wretched day will never end.
Thankfully, even in the midst of this ongoing period of time that appears to drag on mercilessly (I’m tired of saying pandemic), Papa and I spent last weekend with smiles on our faces and joy in our hearts.
Blessedly, after about seven months of not being in each other’s company, we were able to spend an entire weekend with our son and daughter-in-love and their two adorable children – our beloved grandchildren.
Giggles, music making, and lots of playtime filled our hours and time whisked by us. Before we were ready, it was time to part.
That’s when we experienced some tears at the thought of goodbye. That’s when the little ones’ hugs and the “I love you, Nana” whispered in my ear reminded me that times of our family all being together, gathered in one place, have been too few.
And those times disappear as quickly as they come. Because all good things sometimes do come to an end.
But hopefully, not for long.
“Weekends are a bit like rainbows, they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.” ~ John Shirley