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That’s the number of weeks we spent travelling around Europe over Christmas break.

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That’s the number of weeks in January that I thought it would take me to edit/upload/process the corresponding blog posts from that trip of a lifetime (and in my original thinking/intention setting, those 3 weeks were meant to be consecutive…that didn’t quite happen).

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That’s the number of months it actually took me to finally finish polishing and posting those portraits and ponderings of our adventure across Europe.

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That’s the number of months that have passed so quickly, so fully, so… that I’m left breathless, wondering where that time has gone. (and what I can possibly barter to get some of it back—though I know that’s a wish you only dream…).  But assured too that most of that time was 3 months well spent.  That these last 7 months (how has it been 7 months!?!?!) have been well spent. 

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That’s the number of months we have left…

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It takes 2 to make a connection. 

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2 feet to carry you to the places you want to go.  2 hands to hold, to reach, to grasp onto every moment. 2 ears to hear the life that is around you.  2 eyes to see.  To really see.

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That’s the number of weeks until my parents and sister arrive on a plane—a trip that seemed so far off when I was boarding the plane end of August.

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That’s the number of chances that we have to live and be present and make the most of each moment.  

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If you missed the last one, here comes another moment.  Grab it before it’s gone.

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Faith. Hope. Love.

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Months to make the most of, to make last.

okay.

and then it’s not 0.  Unless you let it be. But after 3, comes 2, and after 2 comes 1.  And that’s your next moment, your next opportunity to live… Live

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