The last seven days have been filled with Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and the crush of emails from time away. Let's take a walk for just a moment.
The crunch of freshly fallen leaves were underfoot as twilight was settling in last month. I was on a walk getting fresh air after a full day of work. My route this time was different from the usual one my husband and I take as we navigate the contours of our five acres in the evenings. Perhaps it was because I was alone this time that I found myself cresting a hill.
There it was.
In the twilight I barely could make out the tree house constructed by my husband and our boys years ago.
The swing with rusted chains was blowing in the wind as if a child had just jumped off and headed to the ladder. Rotting boards were covered with green moss as the pole that carried young boys from the upper level to the ground still stood at attention, although a bit lopsided. Uncertain if the board could support me, I stood on tiptoe trying to see if the hand-painted bird feeder constructed by our youngest was still glowing the primary colors I remember so well. Not likely. Time passes and things change. What is it that is said of parenting? The days are long but the years are short.
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