Thursday, March 22, 2012

Time and Again

Juneau, Alaska 2005
This weekend we celebrate Hubby's birthday. As I make plans and preparations, I am reminded of the passing of time. I have been with this man celebrating birthdays since he turned 16. And now as he comes closer to his sixth decade, time takes on new meaning.

Juneau, Alaska 2005

Time has a way of running away, of passing quickly, of slipping through your fingertips.
You can't hold on to time.
Time is precious.
More precious than gold.  
A commodity that can't be measured.

Juneau, Alaska  2005

It slips away with the tide.
Not only is it another year of celebrating with my sweet Hubby, but the passing of time is also marked by my Mother's passing.
You see, she died exactly one year ago.
On Hubby's birthday.
So now, every year will be marked by two events on one day.
A celebration of two lives.

Ketchikan, Alaska 2005

Time is marked in so many ways. Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Years, Decades, Eons, Eternity.
Time can be well spent, or time can be wasted.
Time can be lost, or Found.
Time can be endless. Or time can go too quickly.
Time can be served and time can be empty.
But one thing is certain;
Time marches on.

Ketchikan, Alaska 2005

To spend so much time with one person marks time in a unique way.
We have shared moments in time.
We have shared memories.
We have shared goals and dreams.
We have raised a family together. 
We have shared a lifetime.

We have shared our youth.
And now we share our later years.
Time has been kind.

Tram in Ketchikan, Alaska 2005

But we are aware of time's limitations now.
When you are young, time stands before you in an unbroken line, like a string of pearls.
But as 
you get older, you can see time's restraint.
Time becomes very precious. Time becomes compressed.
Time has new meaning.
Mendenhall Glacier, Juneau, Alaska 2005

Time is
Too slow for those who wait
Too swift for those who fear
Too long for those who grieve
Too short for those who rejoice
But for those who love
Time is not

Henry Van Dyke

Mendenhall Glacier, Juneau, Alaska 2005

There is no time to waste.

A Time To Talk - Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is Time to Talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Anchorage, Alaska 2005

I am grateful for the time I have had.
And look forward to the time left unspent.
Spent with the ones I love.
Time never wasted.
Happy Birthday, Sweet Hubby

Time in a Bottle

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

Jim Croce


  1. Those photos! They make me miss Northern BC. I remember seeing those styrofoam blue glaciers!

  2. Hi Courtenay, They do look like styrofoam! A beautiful place to live! xx

  3. Beautiful photos! It seems you may have taken the same memorable Alaskan cruise that we did. And I agree totally about TIME...I have a lot greater respect for the measurements of time now. It's flying by much too quickly...

  4. Karen, how beautiful to throw your lot in with someone and to stay through thick and thin. Like you, I have been with my husband a long time. So many threads intertwined.
    And like you, I have lost my mother...but it's been 25 years. How did it get to be so long ago? Sigh... ((hugs))

  5. Hi Dianne,I think as we have more memories under our belts, we realize how quickly time becomes a memory!

    I actually went to Alaska with my Hubby on business and we flew in and out of each city. That was quite an experience, as some of the airports are simply quonset huts! One runway was built up in the middle of two waterways and we took a ferry to land. It was beautiful to fly over hundreds of miles of uninhabited territory! An experience I'll never forget. xx

  6. Eloquently said, as always. Happy birthday to your Hubby. <3

  7. Hi Maureen, I like hearing from other's who have been together a long time! It does seem to put us in the minority these days! I'm sorry you lost your Mother, too. I can also say, 'Where did the last 25 years go?' Thank you for stopping by! xx

  8. Karen, I actually told my husband that even though the cruise was nice, I would love to have either driven (when possible) or flown into the neat towns and villages of Alaska...and stayed longer! Amazing territory!

  9. What a beautiful post, thank you, Karen. Your photos of Alaska are stunning, and your reflections on time and love are equally so. I like the thought that some things are eternal. I also agree that we must treasure every moment.

    A very happy birthday to your husband, and I hope that the happy memories and knowledge of your mother's continuing love (as I believe) will outweigh the sadness. Big hug! xox

  10. Such a nice post and Happy Birthday to your husband! Have a wonderful day!

  11. Thank you, Christine. I do believe that love is eternal. I will pass along the sweet birthday wishes. xx

  12. Thank you, Maryjane for your sweet comment and for stopping by! xx


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