Marriage at 92

Yesterday our sermon was not necessarily a typical Father's Day message I would have expected in a southern Methodist church.  The Preacher told a story about an 88 year old friend who recently married a 92 year old woman.  When he asked why they married at their age, her reply was, "because I want to have a baby."  I can't pull off the joke nearly as well as the Preacher and my husband is currently rolling his eyes as he reads this.  In all seriousness, her reply was, "because we love each other and our lives aren't over."  Yes, a tear rolled down my face.    

The story touched me so much because I think sometimes we are all guilty of rushing through life and not enjoying the moment, if you will.  I know many times I focus on the plane ride home rather than the actual time I'll spend on my trip.  Many times I focus on what is going to happen rather than enjoying the present.  Death is inevitable.  Why focus on dying instead of living?  No matter if we are 50, 70, 90 or 100, we all have many things to contribute to the world and life.  In some ways, since March 7th, I feel like my life just began.  The Preacher also said it doesn't matter if we are 9 or 90, a death is a crisis.  The lesson for me was to soak up all we can with our spouse, our parents, our family and our friends. 
Life is short!  Live and love it!