The Beginning And The End

Yesterday I met two beautiful souls.  One was a perfect 5 week old baby girl, I had the privilege to hold and marvel at.

And the other one a glorious 90 year old lady, with dreams as big as the sky, a pretty smile and sparkles still in her eyes. 

She told me her life story, like all old people love to do, we laughed, we exchanged some melodies from our hearts, and in the end, she prepared her walker and stood up as straight as she could, still smiling, still carrying the dreams in her heart.  She looked at me and said: "It's time for my supper now, but it was very nice visiting with you..."

And as she started walking slowly, one step at a time, I realized she was once like the baby girl I had held in my arms.  Yet a little forgotten now...