A good friend has a parent who is in their 80s with Alzheimers. When I asked this friend how it went after a recent visit, they said – “It was a good day. It is all I can hope for. Our lives are lived one day at a time after all.”
It was a poignant sentiment.
I think of this idea from time to time as part of our goodnight routine with our kids. Those moments are often the most precious of them all. There’s something special about those small conversations or just us listening to some calming music just as waves of sleep hit them. I often just wish I could bottle those moments.
All we have is each other at the end of the day. And a few special moments… or days if we’re lucky.
There can never be enough reminders of this. It is on us to be present and make them count.
