Our dogs are nearly one year old.
The VideoBlog is now on Season 4.
I'm getting ready to move, once again.
Time just keeps on ticking away, doesn't it? And we're all helpless to stop it.
I wonder what was in their minds, those WWII veterans, while riding down the escalators in the airport after their HonorFlight to DC. I wonder what it was like in the minds of the ones sitting in their wheelchairs on their way down the elevator.
The few who gave up so much for so many, now old and wrinkled, returned home as heroes again.
The stories are still amazing; sobering and the reality of our own humanness is quickly brought into perspective. The immortality of our youthful vigor quickly vanishes in light of the impeding process before our own eyes.
And then we find ourselves, children stuck in adult bodies, standing in amazement at the stranger staring back at us in the mirror. With aching bones and wrinkling skin we tell our stories, of horror and glory. reflecting back on yesteryear while sitting in what once was the future.
The VideoBlog is now on Season 4.
I'm getting ready to move, once again.
Time just keeps on ticking away, doesn't it? And we're all helpless to stop it.
I wonder what was in their minds, those WWII veterans, while riding down the escalators in the airport after their HonorFlight to DC. I wonder what it was like in the minds of the ones sitting in their wheelchairs on their way down the elevator.
The few who gave up so much for so many, now old and wrinkled, returned home as heroes again.
The stories are still amazing; sobering and the reality of our own humanness is quickly brought into perspective. The immortality of our youthful vigor quickly vanishes in light of the impeding process before our own eyes.
And then we find ourselves, children stuck in adult bodies, standing in amazement at the stranger staring back at us in the mirror. With aching bones and wrinkling skin we tell our stories, of horror and glory. reflecting back on yesteryear while sitting in what once was the future.