Day 58
Twenty seven years … 324 months … 1408 weeks … 9862 days … 236,688 hours …14,201,280 minutes …
The age of my son as of today. Happy birthday mister!
It’s also 302 days longer than I knew my husband.
Twenty seven years … a lifetime … in so many respects.
We moved into this house when Ted was 14 months old. I do not know where the time has gone – but I do have the artifacts that chronicle those years … all in the garage, attic and basement … which I am trying to pack (yes, I’m STILL packing) … and having trouble purging and putting things into the goodwill bags.
Twenty seven years. It’s a long time … and yet … it has gone by so fast. There are words to a song by Juice Newton … something about the days going so slow and the years going so fast … that sometimes is so true. Some days seem to go on for hours longer than others … and then all of a sudden I’m serving Thanksgiving and it was just July.
I was 3 days into my 22nd year when I arrived in Denver – oh those many moons ago! I grew up here. I came out to visit my sister for the summer … the oil and gas company she worked for needed a receptionist and I had no idea what I was going to do with my life after college graduation – so, I came out here.
That first day I met Tim. And, well, the rest is history.
He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen … his ruddy Irish complextion and his rugged good-looks with that shag of deep brown-black hair and twinkling brown eyes. I was lost.
I had been dating a guy on/off for eight years and within two weeks of being with Tim I knew that he was “the one”. I knew we would marry and I would be with him the rest of my life.
Funny how life has other plans sometimes. But for the 9560 days we were together … it was pretty darn wonderful. Yeah, we had our ups and downs and we fought like cats and dogs sometimes and disagreed on quite a few things and always flunked those compatibility tests and games … but, in the end, we were the ones still together … without a divorce or affairs or ugliness between us.
It’s been 2077 days since we lost him … sometimes the days go so slow and the years so fast … and sometimes they just all blur together and nothing seems to move and yet everything has changed.
And all those years ago … after we were married and after we got our first house … we had Ted … and our lives changed again. I laugh, now, thinking how enamored Tim was of the size of Ted’s toes when he was a baby. We had so many pictures of toes! Tim called them “baby pea toes” … looking at the bottom of Ted’s feet the perfect balls of his toes looked like little peas … (but not green). I did turn Ted orange once, though, too many sweet potatoes! What can I say … the kid liked his veggies!
Happy 9862nd day, Mr. Ruxpin!