Our youngest son’s favorite person isn’t me. It isn’t his mom or his grandma or his brother - it’s his cousin Jase.
For the second summer in a row Jase came to visit us by himself.
It is without a doubt Abe’s favorite 7 days of the year.
Abe plans for his arrival for weeks. He picks out clothes for the, lists things to do, sets up games for them to play, food for them to eat, etc.
Last night, after an insane amount of fun, Jase and grandma pulled out of our driveway to return to California.
As they drove away Abe asked, “why does time go so fast?”
It’s a good question for which I have no answer other than, “it just does, little buddy.”
The reality of life is time marches on.
It’s relentlessly consistent and predictable.
Five years from now Jase and Abe will both be in high school, too old for action figure soccer.
June evenings sitting with Brandi and my mom while the boys laugh hysterically trying to sink an empty chlorine bottle will exist only in our memories.
It’s just the way life works.
It’s not good.
It’s not bad.
It just is.
But there is no need to be sad.
Endless Summers
When I was Abe’s age Grandpa Vargo was my Jase.
He and Grandma Vargo came to visit us most summers.
Nearing the end of one trip he and I walked to a little creek near my house to fish.
I remember walking home wishing summer never had to end and my grandpa could stay with me forever.
That was 40 summers and a lifetime of memories ago.
He’s gone.
So are my grandma, dad and MIL.
But in their place is a new generation of Osborns and Roberts doing stuff they’ll remember fondly 40 years from now.
Does time move fast? It does.
Every summer comes to an end but there will be another one next year and the year after that stretching out into a long, happy life.
Enjoy your time.
Have fun.
Be happy.
Live Free,
Kalian
