Tomorrow.
Eventually tomorrow arrives. Sometimes the day breezes into our present, sweeps through us and moves to yesterday with hardly a blink. Other tomorrows linger in the dusk of countless days of preparation, anticipation, planning, and waiting. They materialize slowly. My tomorrow is both. There was a season of raising three pre-school boys where Monday, Tuesday or Thursday meant little as the fog of sleepless nights and demanding days created one elongated space. Teaching manners felt terminal, and diapers the only sign of change. Cliché as it may be, those days were long, but somehow the years flew by. Potty training gave way to bikes, school, hikes, soccer and walking across the graduation stage. Tomorrow marks a new stage. The “long awaited, can’t believe it’s already here” day is upon us. Tomorrow our youngest son marries his love. Tomorrow he becomes a husband and she a wife. Our other sons will have a sister and we a godly, beautiful daughter. Tomorrow. Come quickly. With love and gratitude, Shelaine
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Rosabelle S. Birch
19/8/2016 09:10:50 am
Oh, so beautifully said! What a lovely reminder of life's precious moments that oh so quickly become memories. May you enjoy every moment: today, tomorrow, the day after :)
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