These are the days...

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now

These are the days now that we must savour
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You've got to hold them in your heart.

Van Morrison

I have a little voice inside my head. The little voice inside my head tends to repeat itself often. Usually it's to yell at me for something I did wrong, but it also says things that are reminders for me to stop and enjoy the moment.

These are the days, it says.

And I say it over and over again, in my head, and out loud, too.

These are the days.

I look at pictures of days gone by, and I smile, and tears come to my eyes.

I wake up to a beautiful sleeping child beside me, and I sigh, these are the days...


I look at the clock about to lose my temper, wondering why my children are still awake. Then I hear a giggle, and I'm reminded that these are the days, and I sigh, and hug them one more time.
I know these days won't last forever because time goes by too fast.


My oldest child is five. My baby, three. Five and three, when only yesterday they were babies.


It's still very true that each day they do something to make my heart burst. They amaze me, with their smartness, and even more so with their kind hearts and sweetness. They're caring. They're loving. They're growing up.

My three year old, fiercely independent, is taking showers on his own. There is nothing he can't do and he expresses himself more clearly than children double his age. He is also a hilariously funny child with so much character, spunk, and enthusiasm. Listening to him talk to himself makes me smile hard.

My five year old, always the studious one, spends hours learning about the history of the world. He doesn't want to play with dinosaurs, no; he wants to examine their fossils. My little Ross!

My two boys build forts together, ride their plasma cars together, and plot to mess up the house together. They're partners in crime, enemies, and best friends.

Despite yet another unravelled roll of toilet paper in the bathroom or markers on the kitchen table, I am sucking in the present so it can last and last.


These really are the days to cherish, right here, right now.

These are days you'll remember,
never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be as warm as this.
And as you feel it, you'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days you'll remember,
When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour.
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face.
And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be.

See the signs and know their meaning.
It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you.

10,000 Maniacs