slipping through my fingers...

be still my aching heart! where. does. the time. go?
i'm busy, busy today getting ready for halloween festivities. but after uploading some photos from a few weeks ago and seeing the passage of time, i had to pause to record this. now.
this photo of my son and niece was taken in the fall of 2007. out in the grasses of my parents' beautiful home in the country.

precious, precious, innocent faces. the lyrics to abba's 'Slipping Through My Fingers' are running over and over in my mind, sometimes with "he, his" in place of "she, her":

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl ...

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't
And why, I just don't know...

and here they are now...fourteen years old, standing in almost exactly the same spot as five years ago. i'm so thankful they're healthy and relatively happy and that they're here with us. safe. loved. but still...

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers all the time...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


It puts everything in perspective.


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