Slipping through my fingers…

Posted: May 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

Today Max Heins told me he was going to marry my daughter, Emma.  He didn’t ask me; he told me.  And what’s more, he didn’t even look at me when he said it.  Now saying something like that to men of a certain age, especially someone whose aches and pains (and lack of sleep) had him thinking about his mortality anyway is an invitation to a shot in the mouth.

But Max Heins is so darn cute.  And he and Emma will be finishing their 4 year old pre-school class in a couple weeks.  And have I mentioned he’s so cute.  Here’s a picture of them playing today.Image

That’s the only picture of him looking at the camera.

Bobbie Jo and I were in London 11 years ago and saw a production of Mama Mia (while many of the original cast were still doing the show).  The stand-out song for me was “Slipping Through My Fingers,” which a mother sings to her daughter as they prepare for the younger woman’s wedding.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadnessand and I have to sit down for a while
the feeling that I’m losing her forever
and without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
that funny little girl 

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
do I really see what’s in her mind
each time I think I’m close to knowing
she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
barely awake I let precious time go by
then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholyc feeling
and a sense of guilt I can’t deny
what happened to the wonderful adventures
the places I had planned for us to go
well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
and why, I just don’t know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
do I really see what’s in her mind
each time I think I’m close to knowing
she keeps on growing slipping through my fingers all the time 
sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
and save it from the funny tricks of time(slipping through my fingers)

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

When I first saw the show I didn’t have any kids.  Now I have two daughters and I really don’t want to imagine them getting married.  Even more, I don’t want to imagine this part of the song:

what happened to the wonderful adventures
the places I had planned for us to go
well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
and why, I just don’t know

We talk about going back to Walt Disney World and we watch videos about the Disney Cruises.  We talk about taking the kids to Vienna someday.

How many of these trips are we going to have to take a pass on?  We’ve cancelled our last two real vacations and settled for “lesser” trips.  The girls had fun and we ate lots of good food but it wasn’t the vacation we dreamed of.

Or is this all just part of life?

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Doesn’t matter.  THIS is my life!

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