My Grannie was 85 years young when she passed away....
I remember not so long before that time, she said to me "I'd love to swim in the ocean one more time - to feel the sting of the salt water and the pound of the waves against my skin; even the sand between my toes....I'd love to be able to float again"
I've been thinking about this quite a bit lately, thinking about 'The Last Times'....
We often celebrate the 'Firsts'. For example, the first kiss, the first word that our babies speak and their first steps. But what about the lasts....??
- The last time you slept at home before you 'officially' moved out....
- The last time your child crawled....
- The last time you saw someone special....
- The last time you told someone they mean a lot to you....
- The last time you carried your child, before they have learnt to walk....
- The last nappy change.... (ever)
A lot of the 'lasts' happen before we even realise....
I know that my Grannie wouldn't have thought that day when she was swimming in the surf, that would be the last time....
I have made a commitment to remember and cherish those 'Lasts of the Firsts'..
Trouble is....most often they sneak past before I have even noticed - and it's not until some time later that I realise their absence...
Today my FIVE small things that count are:
- A child's smile
- Seeing the wind blow the trees
- Warm winter days
- Aloe vera tissues
- The smell of coffee in the morning
These are the small things that count....