Every moment of life is precious. Children enjoy the moments, blissfully unaware the moments are slipping away. For a child, it is always today.
One of the gifts of age is being able to return to that child like state. With age comes the realization that there may not be a tomorrow … at least not the way we are used to experiencing tomorrows.
That realization should not prompt regret or dread, but a heightened valuing of every moment we have.
I am married to a man who is ageless. He does not conform to the limits of time.
Jay has always been the perennial Peter Pan. Most of the time, that makes him endearing and adventuresome. But sometimes he is also the object of my frustrated sigh of “when are you going to grow up?”
So when I get pensive over my upcoming birthday in November, he does not understand. While I opine that I am about to enter the last year of my seventies, he shrugs and says, “Age is just a number.”
While I am wanting to make plans for the next decade, Jay is focused on the wonders of today.
When he points out the sun, moon, and stars, I get the feeling he misses Never Never Land. And I realize Wendy would have never seen it without Peter.
I’ve always told Jay if he gets the urge to fly, he has to take me with him. You will know where to find us. Second star to the right and straight on ‘ til morning!
(Disclaimer about the attached picture. This is not Jay’s usual attire. But it speaks well to his Peter Pan nature.
Some years ago, a neighbor was not having much luck in selling things at her yard sale. She told Jay, “I might have more luck selling this thing if you were wearing it!”
So Jay being Jay said, “OK, bring it on.”
It sold almost immediately. And I am sure the buyer had some stories to share about the weird neighbor!)
