I don’t remember the last time I met the guys and played baseball in the park.
We didn’t stop and announce, "This is it, the last time we will ever do this together. We just went home, and somehow it became high school.
I don’t remember the last time I went to the diner with my daddy.
I don’t remember the last time my mommy held my hand.
Because endings don’t come with heads up. The last thing is almost never known to be the last thing at the moment it happens. Life slams doors, and life opens doors and we seldom know which door matters.
Today is the Epiphany, I go from the ending back to the beginning. In the beginning when the Three Kings showed up and brought gifts to the Christ child. His birth was announced with a star... not with a bang, but definitely not with a whimper.
Time to take the last ornament down and pack away the Nativity scene. Change out your green and red light bulbs for the colors of Mardi Gras season; green, gold and purple.
Stay dry today and go do things like it might be the last time...
... and do it with gusto.
