Well, as usual, I have gone forever between posts. It isn't that nothing is happening. The trouble is that so much is happening all the time, that I rarely make writing here a priority. However, of late, I have received criticism from some of my dear followers (read my mom and my uncle) for my lack of diligence, so in an effort to keep the dear ones happy, here we go.
On my mind lately has been the passing of time. Michael and I will be married twenty-five years in a few weeks. I have a twenty two year old son about to get married. I just went for a mammogram. I frequently have this odd feeling that I am living in a dream. I do not feel old enough to be married twenty-five years, have a son about to be married or for heavens sake, need to go have mammograms. It all feels strange to me. I tell myself to really live each day, as they are passing so fast, but then at the end of the day I wonder if I did. Time. Fleeting, moving, never stopping, stealing from me if I let it. "Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12
There is more that could be said, however in an effort to not overwhelm anyone, I shall just give you a bit of this and that at one time.
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Hi Aunt Michele! I'm not sure how frequently you check your comments here, but since I don't think I have an email address, I thought I would give this a try. I wanted to let you know that we sold our house and will be moving to NY this weekend (yay!). We have a lot of stuff and were wondering if any of your older boys would be around next week and interested in helping move a few heavy items into storage...I know they have jobs and stuff, so really only if they are free...but we could probably pay something (not sure how much...we haven't discussed that, yet). If you get this in time, let me know. Oh, and my email is ruehlelb@hotmail.com. Thanks!
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