Live, Laugh, Love

 We are celebrating the first sunrise in weeks;

a wonderful way to begin this second-last day of January...

and who knows what else?!

The longer that we live

The more the memories we make

Each day destined to leave

White ghost-like glimmers in its wake

The longer that we laugh

The more we come to understand

The dearness of its gift

The nearness of sorrow’s swift hand

The longer that we love

The more we come to realize

The bitter-sweetness of

Time’s satin glove filled with good-byes

© Janet Martin

We spent yesterday with Brantley's other grand-parents visiting from Nova Scotia, 

realizing how, as we shared and reminisced about our own children as babies,

 we all share in common, (the older we get)

 a bittersweet sorrow at the swiftness of it all