Last week we came home late from a concert and Ami fell asleep in the car.
So I carried her from the car to her bed, and tucked her in. She’s nine now, and it struck me that some time soon I’ll carry her in from the car for the last time.
Scarlett is almost thirteen and the days of carrying her in from the car are long gone. There was a last time … and if I’d known it was the last time, I would have savoured it a little more.
Everything has an end. A final time. And often we don’t know when that happens.
I reckon if we remember this, we might appreciate some things a bit more.
