It's snapshots like this that remind me... that my present difficulties will become things of the past and I might regret someday that I was too preoccupied with them (and moving past the season) to treasure the sweet lasts: my last pump of breastmilk, the last toothless grins, the last creases in her baby thighs, her last mee-mee, our last weekend on our own at Eden, the last meal I cooked for us, the last I saw of my engagement ring (don't ask), the last time I stepped foot into the seminary, etc. Lasts are as precious as Firsts. Firsts happen because some things lasted to their end... so that there could be new beginnings.
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