I don’t often get to set aside time for each of our girls but last week Abi and I got an afternoon together. Titanic museum was where she wanted to go and, as much as she enjoyed the museum, she was sooo excited in the run up. The anticipation.
Titanic is something which I’ve heard about since I was little…my dad had such a heart for it. His father had been a plumber at the Harland and Wolff shipyard and had worked on Titanic, going on the sea trials up the Belfast Lough and into the Irish Sea. So as I wandered through the museum soaking up the images and stories I felt waves of nostalgia, a sense of my roots. What questions I would have liked to ask my Grandfather, what it would have been like to see what he saw.
Sometimes I find it a bit overwhelming, the sense of your past, people who have shaped you though you have never met them. Nostalgia for me can be such a strong emotion (see here), the part of me that struggles with change. That’s why I need to carve out more little afternoons like this, time to be present and soak up the moments before time ticks on.
Abi and I loved our time together. Time to chat, discuss, giggle and just walk.
Her best bit?
Our hot chocolate we bought as we walked around the dock after, warming against the chilly air.
Together.
Together.
Time spent.
Time enjoyed.
Time savoured.
