On Recognizing The Good Times

I listen with slight irritation as my son sings his ABCs at the top of his lungs while he is supposed to be napping…

I’m sure any minute, he’ll come out of his room and ask me to tuck him in again.

     These are the good times.

Half-asleep, I swoop my baby girl out of her crib for the 3rd time in one night so she can fill her belly with Mommy’s milk…again.

     These are the good times.

My husband is working overtime again this week. He does what he has to do to make sure his family is taken care of, but I wish he didn’t have to work so much.

     These are the good times.

My kitchen is so incredibly tiny. It only has two drawers. Two! Who in their right mind builds a kitchen with only two drawers? I’ve seen much bigger kitchens in small 1-bedroom apartments.

      These are the good times.

We can’t afford to buy curtains or other decorations for our house right now. New clothing comes in the form of hand-me downs and gifts from others. Date nights are always at home. And I didn’t know it was possible for us to get our grocery budget so tight.

     These are the good times.

I’ve always had a tendency to be wishing for the next stage of life to hurry up and get here.

5th grade is going to be awesome. I wish 4th grade would hurry up and get over!

If only I was 16 so I could get my license and have some freedom!

I can’t wait to go to college. Life will finally be everything I’ve always wanted it to be. (um…not sure what I was thinking on this one!)

I love being your girlfriend and everything, but come on, babe! Hurry up and ask me to marry you already!

If only we had a house full of kids! Oh, how happy I would be!

Maybe you’re not like me, and thoughts like these never go through your mind.

Honestly, since it’s hit me that I’ll be exiting my twenties and entering my thirties very soon, I’ve gotten much better at not having this mind set.

Or at least I thought I had. Until I recently heard this story about a 96 year old man who wrote a beautiful song for his wife who had just passed away. In the song, the man reminisces of the good times that he and his wife had together.

     Oh Sweet Lorraine
     I wish we could do
     The good times
     All over again

I’m sure most of you have heard the story. It kind of went viral and was covered by national news. I’m sure that’s the last thing this dear man ever expected when he penned these special words to his wife of 75 years. But I’m so thankful that it did go viral! (Watch the video here if you haven’t heard the story or the song yet.)

The song is beautiful, and I think I cried for a whole day straight when I first heard it.

You see, I thought that I was finally over wishing for the next stage in life.

But this song hit me like a ton of bricks and made me realize that I really was still looking for better times in future days.

I want my daughter to sleep through the night so I can get some good rest. I want my son to take a nap every day, and obey the first time he’s told. I want to have a pretty house. I want it to be perfect, and I don’t want toys under my feet with every step I take. I want to have enough money that I don’t have to think about every single item that I put in my grocery cart.

These days with little people dependent on me for their every need…they can be hard sometimes. Not having enough money in the grocery budget to buy the food that I want to feed my family can be very frustrating. Looking at my unpainted walls, ugly kitchen counters, and 60’s tiled bathroom can be enough to put me in such a bad mood that I snap at those who matter most.

When are the good times going to get here?

When, oh when, will I finally be in the place in my life where I have arrived at “the good times”?


Cherish them.

Savor them.

No, they are not perfect. Yes, they can be challenging. But perhaps one day, you too will be singing the words, “I wish we could do the good times over again.”

The wet, sloppy kisses from sweet baby lips. The chubby, dirty hands that want to hold mine. The snuggles on the couch while watching Cars for the 24th time. The piles of dishes and loads of laundry that seem to be never ending (am I the only one who just can NOT get to the bottom of all of my laundry?!) The date nights spent at home with dessert and coffee on the couch.

Suddenly the less than perfect house, the almost empty bank account, and the walls without pretty pictures don’t seem to be quite as important as I thought they were.

Thank you, dear 96 year-old wise man, for the beautiful song you wrote to your beloved wife of 75 years. It was exactly what this late twenty something girl needed to wake up and recognize the good times.


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