There are days that my heart breaks and days when it swells; but there are never days that it's not filled with love.
I posted the above comment earlier this morning on a blog that I follow. It just spilled out of me after reading the post that spoke about "golden times/memories". A mother speaking about her children, wishing to, maybe, do some things over, to have savored others more and to savor where she is now in her 'empty nest'. Those were golden times to her but the times yet to come for her and for me will be golden too, just in a different way.
Time always seems to drive me, hurrying me to the next task. I took time to read my Joyce Meyer daily devotion today and she talked about being childlike. Childlike in our approach to each day. Enjoy it, no matter what it brings because there will never be another day just like it. Children choose to make fun during the day. We adults are older, wiser and supposedly more intelligent but can't seem to find the fun and enjoyment in the gift of another day.
This morning, Marty made me laugh until my sides hurt, I couldn't love him anymore than I did at that moment. He is the golden part of my life and I'm looking forward to each future day with him.