We take so much for granted every day of our lives. None of us know what our tomorrows bring. We know not what words will be the last someone hears from us. We have no idea when we say our “until next time”s if and when we will see those we love once again. Fate is funny, and just as unkind as it is wondrous.
Having been away from the duck blind for two years, I understand how much I’ve taken things so dear to me for granted. Having forgotten, or lost altogether, things I’ve loved.
I saw my first weekend back in a blind through a most unique and amazing lens. I hope I never lose this perspective. I hope I can spend every opportunity I have in a duck blind like it could be my very last. I hope I can appreciate and enjoy those around me, those I love, our moments together afield, like it’s all we have. And live every moment, every sunrise, every retrieve, every laugh, like it’s the only one left. The only one that matters.
Every moment, every day, is a gift to be cherished.
