Twenty-six years ago, a boy and girl, living the carefree
life only the young are afforded, entered the lobby of a hospital just north of
Boston. Family, friends, weekends on the lake or skiing the slopes in New
Hampshire – oh yeah, life is meant to be enjoyed and those kids were very good
at it!
Thirty-six hours later, those carefree kids were
transformed. They’d become parents! Spontaneous getaways fell victim to diapers
and two AM feedings, but they soon discovered the diamond trails of Attitash
couldn’t compare to gummy smiles and giggles full of love.
Today our first-born turns twenty-six. I don’t know how it
happened. Ten minutes ago we were cheering on his first wobbly steps. Six
minutes ago, I was biting my lip, sure a trip to the hospital emergency room was in the
making. Four minutes ago, hubby and I held hands as our little boy, suddenly a man, married the love of his
life, and two minutes ago, we thrilled as we watched him welcome his own babies into the world.
The carefree girl and boy now have a few gray hairs and
wrinkles, and they’ve been transformed yet again, into grandparents. And they’ve
learned that the saying is true. Time does fly when you’re having fun. So,
happy birthday, baby, and my advice to you? Enjoy every moment, and don’t
blink.
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