What If I Had Known?

This morning, my Facebook Memories brought up a photograph of my husband and my son going to their first Cub Scout meeting, eight years ago today. 

As I thought back over their eight years together in Cub Scouts and then in BSA Scouting, I wondered: If I had known then that we only had eight more years together, what would I have done differently?

Would I have told him, "I love you" more often? Not really; I did that a lot. In fact, I'm pretty sure the last words I ever said to him were, "I love you!" (He knew.)

Would I have tried to schedule more trips and family adventures? I'd say we did pretty well on that score, too: we did educational trips, horizon-broadening trips, exciting trips, fun trips, cultural trips, international trips. 

Would I have taken more family photos, both formal and informal? I'm pretty sure we had that one more well-covered than most families. 

Would I have wanted him to be more involved with and supportive of our children's activities and lives? Nope, that one was definitely covered, and then some. 

Would I have encouraged us to form more family traditions that we could look back on? I'm not sure what more we could have done. 

We spent plenty of time with family, with friends (ours and theirs), with our community. 

Honestly, we lived life to the fullest. We had everything but time. But I don't regret a single thing that we fit into the time we had, and I don't regret a single thing that we left out. We lived. We loved. We celebrated. We made memories. 

It could never be enough, but it's enough.