It's About....Time

Most everything is...about time.

Finding the one and only --takes time. Establishing a career --takes experience, which takes time. Trusting my instincts as a parent, deciphering personal thoughts versus promptings takes time. Friendships, built after first impressions have been replaced by time --are always different. Without exception, when I have discovered more about someone else's story, I find that my opinion changes. Usually, though, the change is more drastic as their story has been affected by time --and mine has too.


Miek's Dixie graduation 2000

Today I was reading some about my brother's fame as an actor in high school and college. Last week I was listening to music that used to play at our house as we were going through the Wells teenage years. The week before I was talking to my sister who lives in Las Vegas, and I remembered praying as a child, that we'd have the chance to be good friends as women. Monday I was asked to visit the daughter of a woman I know. She has recently suffered 3 miscarriages. And while my story has had some similar chapters as hers, time has worked it's magic and I have some hind-sight. Only time can do that. And it will take time.


For Paul --"Fire Creek"

While I am grateful for, and understand the necessity of time passing --when I open my blog and see the last photos I posted--of my very tall and grown-up looking son...I feel a bit melancholy. Since (and probably before) my London days, I have tried to appreciate every day. (In Hyde park there was a statue of Peter Pan and Big Ben with the quote: "Time Flies." I determined to not wish the time away.)

So I do not wish it away, but it marches on...regardless. It wasn't that long ago that we Wellses were up early, wrapped in blankets on the heater, waiting for scripture study. The music of James Taylor, The Beatles, Led Zepplin, The Thompson Twins, Alison Kraus, competed for coverage on the family room stereo (along with Dad's Deep Breakfast). Mom was busy with school projects, term paper edits, dance competitions, karate advancements, and Jed's plays.
But it is getting further and further away. My siblings are all married, their young features cropping up on the Wells cousins that resemble them. And we talk on the phone between interruptions from needy and inquisitive children --after all--those Wellses are the parents now --their chapters currently full of adventures in dance, karate, and piano lessons, laundry and employment decisions, job chart and scripture study attempts.

And so it goes...I am grateful for the characters in my book. They are people I'd want to spend a lifetime with.

Christmas caroling 2007