A Lifetime of Firsts

Big day on the fishing front yesterday. Both Abby (7) and Zachary (4) caught their very first fish, and it all happened within minutes of each other, right off our dock!

Squeals of joy as the floppy trophies were unhooked and put in the bucket for prolonged viewing and crowing over pleasure.

These are incredible moments. Marking 'firsts' in the new journeys of still-wonder-filled children.

Yet even as we take the pictures and write the news in the cottage log, I am conscious of a life-joy also worthy of note. It never ends. The firsts of life, all of them, the happy and not so wonderful, all of them are new and bring something of value, something important.

And it never ends. Firsts all the time. All through life. We get to keep doing things for the first time.

Each day, new. Each morning mercy, fresh. Every day another change to experience something for the first time.

I think this may be one of the happiest surprises of my over-fifty reality. And it flops around like a delightful catch on the dock with beautiful grandchildren discovering this sacred happy place for the first time.
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