The other day my friend asked me about our next book club meeting. Some of us book lovers formed our book club in 2009. We meet once a month and talk about books. It is fun. But, this time we have not met for more than two months. We were all busy with other matters.
And I was busy in a very, very nice way. Our daughter and grandson had been with us for twenty days and those twenty days we lived in a different world, a world revolving around our grandson. Everything else took a backseat. We gave ourselves up to enjoying our little bundle of joy. Every day, in fact every moment was a different experience. Everything he did was lovable and every smile he gave us was more precious than anything else in the world. Time just flew and those precious moments have become precious memories.
“ We don’t remember days, we remember moments.” Cesare Pavese