We strolled along a path with our granddaughters as the sun set.
Sylvie, at five, understood the concept of sunset. Caitlin, at three, wanted to see the sunset in the morning too.
Twilight has always been my favourite time of day. On a clear day, those moments, as the sun sinks into the west and the light lingers on the horizon, are magical. This particular evening, the trees became a silhouette against the western sky and for an instant, it felt as if time stood still.
Sat around the campfire,
as the eastern sky darkened and the first stars appeared,
it was impossible not to think of our younger selves all those years ago, not knowing what lay ahead.
The years, not without challenges, were good and the blessing of family is well understood. The future, unknown as it is, can never diminish what has been. The sun never sets on love and family.