09/28/2026
Time.
It’s the one thing we can’t buy more of, return, or tuck away to save for later.
I’m spending this week with my mom and her sister. They’re the last two of a big, boisterous crew of six siblings. Their four brothers are gone now, as is my aunt Karen’s husband.
And yet, listening to these two, you’d think everyone was still right here.
They argue over the details of stories that happened decades ago. They correct each other. They laugh. They romanticize some memories and remember others completely differently. 😂 And I’m realizing how lucky I am to be here to hear it.
We tend to mark our lives by the big moments—the weddings, birthdays, vacations and celebrations. But more and more, I think a life is really made up of moments like this one.
Two sisters. A beautiful fall day. A few pumpkins. Old stories being told one more time.
I’m trying to pay attention.
Because someday, these ordinary moments will be the ones I’d give anything to have back. ❤️
Maybe that’s the trick—not saving time, but noticing it while we have it.
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