Time Moves On

You know when your young, age is such a foreign and distant concept. I can remember, when I was 20, trying to imagine myself at 60 and I simply could not conjure up an image.
Never would I have believed that my hair would have gone south. (I'm still a little pissed about that:))
So we went about our daily routines, working, studying, writing songs, and playing music....and time moved on.
Things weren't always easy, and money was often tight, but we managed. We both worked two jobs, and found a way to make ends meet.
There were times she got so angry with me, that she could have carved me up with a paring knife and left me twitching in a laundry hamper. There were times I fantasized about a similar fate for her too, but those times were few. We learned to say "I'm sorry" and time moved on.
Later on, we both went back to school and our job situations improved dramatically. We sold the trailer and built our home. 
We continued doing the things we loved. We traveled, made new friends, played music, and grew up together....and time moved on.
Then last week a routine doctor's visit fired a shot across our bow. You would not believe the kinds of things your mind can conjure up when it's not sure what it's up against.
So, yesterdays news was a blessing, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate all the comments we received. I am humbled.
You can rest assured that we are ever mindful that time moves on, and it is our intention to never forget that fact.