A Month

One month from this moment, I'll be dancing. Dinner will be over, and as I swing to music I'll look back at my wedding day in a blur. I've been told that time will never fly by so quickly as then. As fast as it may be, I'm sure it will be fun, though I'm not really much of a dancer.

This whole summer has sped by, in fact. Just a moment ago Spring had just ended. Jennn came home and we flew off to a friend's wedding and then the big family vacation in North Carolina. Having the family down at the beach is always a highlight of the summer, and always too short. This year it ended even earlier by the news that my Grandfather had passed away. This was not unexpected news as he had been ailing with Parkinson's and Dementia for a while. But the timing did allow much of the family to drive up to Chicago for his funeral. That too was a good time in honoring Grandpa George, rejoycing in his entry into heaven, and in comforting Grandma together as a family.

Since then time has only increased its haste. Ten days from now, I'll be moving to the new two bedroom apartment, with Jennn starting to moving her stuff up there as well. Then I'll spin around and see if I can fit in camping with the siblings and canoeing with the youth sometime this month.

Now as I sit at the computer, with the scent of my softball jersey reminding me to shower, I look ahead to the Moon's next waining crescent. With that music hastening on, I'll know that despite my missteps, from then on I'll be dancing this life with a partner.

Steve