After spending nearly every waking
minute with Carol for seven straight days, I knew that I had to tell her just
one thing. So late at night, just before
she fell asleep, I whispered it in her ear.
She smiled – the kind of smile that makes me smile back –and she said,
“When I’m seventy-five and I think about my life and what it was like to be
young, I hope that I can remember this very moment.”
A few seconds later she closed her
eyes and fell asleep. The room was
peaceful – almost silent. All I could
hear was the soft purr of her breathing.
I stayed awake thinking about the time we’d spent together and all the
choices in our lives that made this moment possible. And at some point, I realized that it didn’t
matter what we’d done or where we’d gone.
Nor did the future hold any significance.
All that mattered was the serenity
of the moment.
Just being with her and breathing
with her.
The moral: We must not allow
the clock, the calendar, and external pressures to rule our lives and blind us
to the fact that each individual moment of our lives is a beautiful mystery and
a miracle – especially those moments we spend in the presence of a loved one.
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