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