I used to think time was an enemy and I could not wait for the years to pass. I thought time would make things better, and not be held captive in my dreams that I thought would not last.
I was in a hurry to go nowhere fast, the dreams that I thought were so important were only there to make time pass.
Now I call time a friend because of what it has given me; happiness beyond my youthful dreams, a life that is warmed by my grandchildren’s smiles and my timeless wife.
Everyday when I wake up I remember to say good morning to my best friend, TIME.
