Word of the Day: Ephemeral

They say love is fleeting

At my age I think it is life

Yesterday I was holding, breastfeeding my three month old in a ’66 mustang on a two thousand mile nonstop trip to visit my parents. A short time later I’m holding his three month old daughter, and the living room surrounds us with grown children, husbands, wives, and grandchildren. Time is ephemeral. Love is not.




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