And though I know that I have been here all along, I feel as if I missed so much of it, because when I look back, the edges of memory blur and days blend into each other. I want to hold on to it all, but I can't. Though it's melodramatic, I'm reminded of Poe's "A Dream Within a Dream" --
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
I told you it was melodramatic. :)
I'm so very honored to have had the gift of time with my daughter, regardless of the pace at which
it ticked by or flew. Each moment, no matter how vivid or indistinct, has been a blessing.
Thank goodness for scrapbooking, which has helped me to document the moments that matter, even
before I realize just how much they matter.
Tomorrow, I'll watch her graduate, and for as long as I'm blessed with a front row seat in her life, I'm
going to enjoy the view.