Capturing the Moment

I realize, when the day comes, I will not moan, "I wish I had not spent so much time with them." No, on that day, and many days to follow, I will wish I had captured every moment I had with them. So we made the eight hour drive, for a four hour visit. And we ate, and watched the kids play with the old toys I played with, and talked of funeral plans as words stuck in throats. She helped girls sew quilt blocks and husband and I walked around the farm; like I do every visit. And each time I see something new in the old.

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a day spent at the farm of my youth



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a husband who suggests the trip

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children who are eager to make the visit

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making a meal for them

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taking cake balls for them snack on later

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making dessert too

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husband helping them

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grandpa's throaty laugh

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the farm in the old grandma

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bright green winter wheat

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the familiar sounds of spring starting to return

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the old plastic box of cookies tucked away on her counter

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their appreciation

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thanking them each time for the best childhood memories



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a new reminder to capture the minute