I found this picture of Finn and I among some old photographs in the bottom of a box. With a heartbreaking rush, this little soul has become, in his own right, a philosopher and artist, and an aspiring archeologist, and paleontologist; tall and lively and new. Time has no mercy in it's pace, and no end of gifts. Taking the chance just to hold what is here now, whoever is here now - beautiful and astonishing in their impermanence - is something I forget too easily to do. To get lost in that love, that understanding, that joy, however imperfect, because it will not last longer. In a moment, it will change, and become something else. How great a gift we are given.
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Anja von SeydlitzMama of three who likes to write, observe the world, and learn. ArchivesCategories |