They say time time heals all wounds. That’s almost true. Time numbs most hurt. Wounds of the heart never truly heal, they just grow to hurt less. Time can also be a thief. It can rob you of the things and people you most love in this world. It takes the babe you plucked from a crib and replaces him with a man-boy with long hairy legs. Gone are the days of chubby arms and legs wrapped around me. Time has robbed me of smelling the folds of my baby girl’s neck. It doesn’t stop me trying. Now instead of folding into me she squeals with play annoyance. No more is the sweet and sour smell of near sleep. It’s been replaced by a scent of her own choosing, bought with her own money. I do not lament what time has taken often. Just when I see a flash of my own history in another one’s present. I can hardly believe how much time has taken. I am moved to take stock in what captivates me now and what I will miss in another 10 years. Time if funny like that. You don’t always know which moments are the most precious and need to be tucked away in a safe place until they have long passed. My solution is to treasure them all. Dwell in every moment with gratitude. Even a sleepless night may come to be a fond memory.
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