Train of Life
Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don’t concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what’s coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life’s too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It’s all right to remember,
That’s part of history,
But up front’s where it’s happening,
There’s so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It’s looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It’s searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!
I witnessed the sweetest thing tonight. The kids were going through the selection of books they had when Isa picked one up sat on the ground and began reading. There she went talking about Pete the Cat. The color of his new shoes as she pointed and turned the page. She got each page right including the “goodness no”. It was absolutely adorable. Asher and I couldn’t help but smile and kind of giggle while looking at her then at each other until she got to the last page and said, “thank you, the end.” She is growing up so quickly. As I’m writing this I realize just how much and how adorably sweet she is. She is our little girl, oops I mean princess as she now refers to herself.
It’s the first time in a long while that I sat alone in this room. Windows down, wind blowing and kissing me from all angles of the room. Giovanni’s laughter coming through the kitchen window as he plays on the deck. While Isannah sleeps peacefully upstairs. The sounds of The National playing on the radio fills the room and my mind. I can’t help but follow the kids pictures going up the stairs along the exposed brick wall as if experiencing each milestone, each moment for the second time. Each smile, each laughter brings both a calm and fear throughout my body. These two beautiful souls are ours to help grow, live and love. As much as I’m afraid (terrified) I have this hope that we are where we are supposed to be. My mind reflects back to a place on a white sand beach hearing waves crash along the stone, and an image in front of me an image I will never forget. It was Asher lying on a beach chair looking into the ocean with thoughts, I wish I could read but the feeling that mattered at that moment was me falling in love with him. As I stared at him my heart was filling and my body felt whole. A love so strong was planted. As I continue looking at these photos I feel that that moment in Aruba caused all of this to blossom. I sit here with the breeze whipping through the house like the sounds of the ocean waves that day. The day it truly began.
Had the most amazing evening with the one who completes me. We headed to Prospect Park to listen to Patty Griffin under the stars. As her voice surrounded us and the cool breeze caressed us I laid my head in the lap of the man who holds my heart. I looked up into his eyes and then it happened. Our wedding song played beautifully and so emotionally in the background. All of the sudden I was on that dance floor surrounded by family and friends while we danced our first dance as husband and wife. It was a “Heavenly Day” and night!