Today, my Facebook feed reminded me of a faded memory: Sword and Bow bouncing up and down, carefree on the trampoline.
Does Bow still jump up and down on the trampoline in the backyard, today? No, he doesn't. But neither does Sword. There is a time for all things and for all things a season. The value of the memory does not diminish, even though it is a thing of the past.
Today, the trampoline is a bit rundown, and the fence has a grey look to it, and is not yellow and fresh as when it was first put up. Sword and Bow are teenagers. They have other interests besides jumping up and down together on the trampoline. But isn't it great that they could, when the time was right?