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Ticking by

The seconds pass by invisibly, and then somehow become hours that swirl into years.

The chatter died down as the little voice sang out “happy birthday, dear Nan, happy birthday, dear Nan.”  It was heartwarming.

Candles, in the shape of a 6 and a 4, were quickly dispatched. The cake was cut by Nan, and Young A said she would “deal” them out, so off she went with cake, fork, and a scope of ice cream. She was very excited to be given the job and wanted her piece absolutely last.

In the meantime, a certain young man, who had eaten a stellar supper, decided the cake was good. Like really really good so using his fork cut a piece, a really large piece, that somehow did not fall off the fork. And yes, he somehow managed to insert the entire thing into his mouth. And that was it. He was done and went off to wash, leaving cake on the plate (not to worry it wasn’t left to rot😏).

I asked for a post wash inspection, and he gave me a big kiss right on my lips. Amazingly enough, his face was actually clean! He then proceeded around the table to give every last person a kiss on their upper arm, moving shirt sleeves if he had to. He’s often stingy with good bye kisses so when he’s in the mood you take the kisses.

Because suddenly we will turn around and time will have flown. They will be teenagers, and the things they say or don’t say rather may not be as cute. So, I am mindful that this time together is precious. And although I don’t always write down their cute sayings, I will always recall this period in our grandchildrens lives with joy and love.

Time and tide wait for no man

Geoffrey Chaucer

Of course, 2 minutes later, they were fighting over her little dolly stroller, and the cuteness factor disappeared.

Bernie

Kudos to Deb for alerting me to the challenge “Tell us about…Time” whose cohosts are worldwide. Gail from Is this Mutton, Deb from Deb’s World (Australia), Mary Katherine from MK’s Adventures in Style (USA), Penny from Frugal Fashion Shopper (UK) and Jill from Grownup Glamour (Australia).

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I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

12 thoughts on “Ticking by

  1. Happy Birthday dear Bernie and what a great post for Time! Love the cake and the huge forkful going into the little one’s mouth πŸ™‚
    Thanks for joining in and I can tell you that next month’s word is PLAY πŸ™‚

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    1. Play!! Oh man, that’s an easy one to write!!
      That forkful – what a kid! And Annabelle “dealing” the cake out. We’ve been teaching her card games so I guess that’s where it came from.

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  2. This bring a lovely song to mind with a memory of my Dad singing it! With a few tears in my eyes – I thank you! Who needs sun to brighten our days when we have friends that do the same! Hugs!
    Turn Around
    By Harry Belafonte, Malvina Reynolds and Alan Greene. Published by Clara Music Publishing Corporation (ASCAP). Copyright 1957,
    Where are you going, my little one, little one,
    Where are you going, my baby, my own?
    Turn around and you’re two,
    Turn around and you’re four,
    Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door.
    Turn around, turn around,
    Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door.
    Where are you going, my little one, little one,
    Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?2
    Turn around and you’re tiny,
    Turn around and you’re grown,
    Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own.
    Turn around, turn around,
    Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own.

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    1. Ah, what a precious memory that is that you’ve shared. And the words of the song are so true. Thanks for reading and responding to my words. That always brightens my day. Bernie

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