Sometimes, I'm not so sure, is it the actual places I miss so much as it is the time in my life I spent in those places? Maybe both, but probably more the latter....
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| Newport, RI 2004 |
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| Tennessee, 2001 |
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| Our first home, Vicenza, Italy 1993 |
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| Ipo's first day, Valrico, Florida 2008 |
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| Casey with his special blanket, Mililani, Hawaii 2006 |
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| Austin Loop, Ft. Benning 2002 |
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| Our first day in Hawaii. Ko'Olina 2005 |
Often it frightens me to reminisce too much; makes me worry that perhaps the best times of my life are behind me now; that they exist only in my past. Although I know that is not true, because life is continually surprising me, there is fear in believing it sometimes. Especially late at night when it's just me and my many memories, and my dread of going to sleep because I know tomorrow I will be even older than today.
Why am I so afraid of getting old? Why do I equate it with loss, instead of what I am gaining each day?
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| Budapest, Summer 2013 |
But wouldn't it be nice if time would slow down a little? I'm not ready for gray hair and acid reflux.
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