We pass the time

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I really don’t like it when people say “this too shall pass.”  By which I guess I mean people who aren’t really going through horrifying circumstances–I guess if someone living in squalid conditions in a refugee camp said it, or someone suffering from cholera in Haiti, then I’d be on board.  But in general, the people I hear say this are American parents with relatively comfortable lives who are simply wishing their lives away.  I prefer to not wish my life away.  Life is already short (and we never know exactly how short it is, so it’s probably best to assume it’s shorter rather than longer), and I want to live it fully, not to pass the time wishing it were tomorrow.  So I’m trying to remember this while we wait for our housing situation to be resolved.  Today is just as much one of the precious days of my childrens’ lives in my care as yesterday was, and it counts against my total just as much as any day next year, no matter what my address is.
In light of that, here is my beautiful daughter, a person I treasure, being beautiful.  She is reciting a book from memory (“reading” it) to her doll, who is (over)dressed just like Dorothy.  And while my daughter is being her beautiful self, and my son is learning to crawl, talk and wave bye-bye, we are also having housing “adventures.”  The potential buyer made an offer.  We are countering, but our counter is not far off of her offer, so it seems likely that a sale will work out.  We have some non-monetary terms to agree on such as a closing date, etc, and there will be an inspection, but things seem to be moving in the right direction.  Wow!  So my husband and I will spend the weekend interviewing new homes for us, which is very exciting.  Where is the kitchen in which Dorothy and I will be baking bread in just a couple short months?  I’m curious, but I’m going to take a deep breath and remember to fully enjoy our last loaves here.
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