If I could keep time in a bottle I would have given it to my mom who was not ready to die, had so much more she wanted to do, and would have given anything to have more time. In contrast, my dad was more than ready and willing to go because my mom was no longer here and what he desired more than anything else was more time with her. He was never able to fill that gaping void in his heart that she left when she died. I was the one who wanted time in a bottle to spend more time with him!
I would love to be able to have a big room filled with time in bottles. I would use a bottle every time my husband comes home and probably end up spending a fortune. He usually is only home on average 4 days a month. From the time he arrives until the time he leaves time literally flies. There never seems to be enough time together. There are times when he probably is glad to get back on the road and away from us, and I have to admit when he comes home and has a bee up his a$$ and looking for a fight there are times I wish he would have just kept trucking right on by. Unfortunately that is not how life works. You have to take the good with the bad and roll with it. Not everyone is happy every minute of every day. Deep down, I wish he never had to go.
When I look at my kids I wish I had time in bottles so that I could enjoy their being little longer. I hate the thought of them growing up. It seems only yesterday they were babies and now they are both in school. Before I know which end is up they will have grown, transformed into adults, and be off to discover the world and live their own lives as they should.
Unfortunately we can’t save time in a bottle. Time doesn’t stop when someone we love dies. You can’t stop your kids from growing up. One day I will be old and the sands in my own hourglass will be used up. If someone could figure how to do it and sell it, they would make a fortune! Until then I will do my best to enjoy the time that I have until the next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
