Days Gone and Passed...

Our laundry.

A friend came over yesterday. We've been friends for about 10 years and have seen many things come and go in our lives.  What brought about the melancholy was that our days together used to be slow and carefree. We still had laundry to do while visiting and our visiting one another did not hinder our laundry duties in one bit. We just kept folding and washing and drying and hanging.

The days were slower then. We thought they were zipping by at the time, but looking back we both agreed that those were the times of lazy afternoons. Lazy afternoons where friendships blossomed over the sandbox. Afternoons of naps and hanging out the laundry. Afternoon walks in a wagon or bike rides with a Kiddie-Trailer behind our bikes. Tiny bike helmets on tiny heads bobbing side-to-side behind us.  Roads, buildings and Legos in the sandbox. Picnics in the park for play dates.

Those were the slower days. The quiet days. The days which we savor. The days we remember with tears in our eyes.

My friend and I reminisced about those days that have gone by and have passed us in a hurry to get everything done. I am forever grateful for the time I was able to spend at home, taking care of my children with no other boss than myself. I am grateful for those days without a paycheck with my name it, for it makes me even more thankful for the ones that are coming in now with my name on them. I learned so much during that time in our lives - those times that have gone by me in a blur.  They are now in the past. They have passed me by and now reside in my memories.