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.