Knowing that this moment
Might be all we ever find
-Tim McGraw, “All We Ever Find”
Today, however, my sister informed me that as of two o’clock this afternoon, I will be getting married in 552 hours. I didn’t believe her. So I got out the calculator and figured it out myself. 23 days x 24 hours = 552 hours. Wow.
But somehow, the hours seem more precious these days. My grandmother is still recovering from a car accident that happened before Easter. I’m hoping she will still be able to light the candles at our wedding. My other grandpa just had knee replacement surgery last night–but all seems to have gone well.
While ever since Thanksgiving, we were praying that a friend’s little one would make it close to full term. She came to church for the first time last Sunday–pink and healthy and oh-so-tiny.
Life and death, birth and marriage. Each is so closely interwined with the other. Each reminds us of the importance of the other; the frailty of life, the necessity of marriage, the joy of birth, the surety of death.
So yes, I’m counting the hours now. But I will be counting the hours of my marriage even more carefully than the ones before.
I don’t want to ever neglect kissing my husband goodbye in the morning. Because one day, he might not come home at night to claim a welcome kiss. What if I didn’t know if he would ever be able to hear those three little words from my lips again? I want to love my husband with all my might every day of our marriage, not just on the days I feel like it. I want to give him every hour of my time, because we never know which will be our last hour together.
I hope and pray that God gives Merritt and me seventy or even eighty years together. But seventy years is only 613,200 hours. In numbers, that seems so few. Especially the way time flies when we are together. So I want to make every second count. I hope we make it to our eightieth anniversary (we’d only be 102!), but only God knows the number of our days. So I am going to count every single hour He gives me with my man as very, very precious.
Will she know how much I loved her?
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she’s my only one?
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes?
-Garth Brooks, “If Tomorrow Never Comes”