Lasterday

<p class=ql-align-justify>At just three years old my first granddaughter spoke with a charming mix of confidence and creativity. She used words like Lasterday Nexterday and Inaminnit to describe time in her own way-shaped partly by her father's procrastinations.</p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Dad what doin' Lasterday?</p><p class=ql-align-justify>Cake Inaminnit.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>Home Nexterdaykay?</p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify>These whimsical words became more than toddler talk. They captured fleeting treasured moments-echoes of times and places that no longer exist except in memory.</p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Lasterday is a work of love-a playful heartfelt attempt to share with my grandchildren the freedom joy and wonder of a cherished past. Like the cold clear mountain streams of my youth those moments have flowed beyond my reach living now only in memory.</p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify>In writing this I found a way to unlock something deeply personal and I offer it to you. May it help you revisit your own sweet yesterdays-and inspire you to share them with those you love.</p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Lasterday I rode my bike beneath bright stars in the hills of my childhood. I pray my children and grandchildren with faith and guidance will ride their own paths toward lives full of joy-and create their own beautiful Nexterdays to pass on maybe Inaminnit.</p>