This weekend my cowboy boots took me to Kentucky. I had a wonderful time reconnecting with family that I have not seen in years. It was fun and everyone was so nice, but it was too short. To get to know those who you have lost in time takes longer than a few short hours and that was all the time we had. I looked forward to this weekend since I heard about it months ago and the wait seemed like an eternity. Then in two days it had happened and was over and now it is a speck in time.

Life has a funny way of becoming a series of events just like the one that I experienced. An announcement, an excited wait, the too short event, and the time after. In hindsight the event is minuscule, but so important and I hold on to my such events. Without the wait nothing would be as important, but the small moments in life that matter are snatched away so quickly compared to that wait. All we have left are our memories of what was important and what mattered to each of us. We hold those memories close to our hearts and bring them out for a good laugh and a smile when we are lonely.

I make my life of these scenarios and often wonder if it is right. Then I realize that it is not right or wrong, it just is. I feel that Life is made of big events and small moments and without the wait for the big events, the small moments would not be possible or as special.

I still feel that the time was too short, but I must hold on to my small moments and wait for the next big event that will bring us together to build more small moments. And so on, and so on the cycle will go.