The Truest Measures of Time

 Life is often measured by its length,

Which might be the easiest way to measure it,

But is far from the best way to do so.  

Rather, life should be measured by its depth

And its breadth for it is in them, and not length,

Where its fullness lies.  

-PopPop Rule #14

I hope not to jinx them but if all goes according to Hoyle, at some time today the Watchung branch of the family business will finally get to relocate to its home office after what has been (by my estimate) roughly four months on the road.   Suzanne, Ryan, Maggie, Cal, Rylan, and their faithful canine companion Leo, have spent the last month-plus with the Missus and me in a space not nearly big enough for all of us.  Yet they survived it.  We survived it.  My three grandkids, the oldest of whom turned 4 1/2 just this week, have handled this adventure like the small warrior poets each of them is.  I could not be prouder of them.  

On Sunday past, I had an all-too-rare opportunity to spend a bit of time with just the three of them.  From start to finish, we spent less than fifteen minutes together.  It was how we spent it, however, which mattered.  

Zen Pig and her four disciples

Photo Credit:  Nana

Long after they have learned to read and no longer pay any attention at all to the ramblings of their Pop Pop, this moment shall live in my memory.  This was as great a way as I have ever spent a Sunday.  Neither time nor distance shall ever change that fact.   

-AK