An old song came on the radio this morning while I was driving to work. On this day in particular, the words ring true loud and clear. I began singing along — and soon I was crying as well.
Thinking back to the day before, when the boys and I spent the day on the beach where Tom’s ashes were released. It was BoBo’s idea; it was how he wanted to spend his birthday weekend. We took turns playing fetch with Simba, our dog that never seems to tire, ate, played catch, and YaYa held mitts for his brother.
During the game of catch [with a hardball!], I reluctantly agreed not to bow out so easily. I suck at all things ball-related but, after a bit, I found my rhythm (somewhat). I have to admit that it was actually fun, so long as the ball wasn’t coming too fast and hard AT MY FACE!
The words to the song take me back to reflect on the tougher times, when things were especially difficult, I remember wishing for time to hurry past. But NOW, I truly hold the moments like these so close — for I know that it is only a matter of time before they too will be gone.
It’s crazy! I still cannot believe that my little BoBo is now as old as I was when I gave birth to him.
…you’re gonna miss this, you’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days, hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times, so take a good look around
You may not know it now, but you’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna miss this, yeah you’re gonna miss this”
-Trace Adkins, Youre Gonna Miss This