A note about firsts and lasts at this time of year.

Sometimes we receive the blessing of premonition, and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes that’s an awesome thing, and sometimes, not so much.

The marking of time is a funny thing – we log our “bests” and our “worsts” – years, seasons. All dependent on a mostly arbitrary noting of time.

My mom had a remarkably cheesy woodcraft sign that said “these ARE the good old days” that she referred to fairly often. And it makes me think right now, as cheesy as it is – that this is the best moment we have, because it’s the one we’ve got.

Good times, bad times, they come and go. Thankfully.