I’m still not over the New England Patriots’ unprecedented come-back win last night in the Super Bowl, which reminded me of a lesson I’ve learned over and over again:
It’s not over until it’s over.
It’s not over until it’s over, despite experts saying “It’s never been done before” and quoting numbers demonstrating the extreme improbability of the task.
Earlier in the day, I was reminded of that lesson over and over again when I drove over to Boston and walked over to Chinatown to see an old friend who finally became a father when he was over 60 years old. As we talked over the past, we discussed how I had my first and only child when I was well over 40. The opportunity of becoming a parent was not over for me at that advanced age, despite my having a congenital heart condition.
My posts aren’t over until I show how I’ve recently snapped photos, over and over.
Sundays aren’t over until my boyfriend and my son, who is over in Edinburgh, cook a meal together by communicating over the phone. Last night, they both cooked a super bowl of soup which we ate while watching the Super Bowl.
My blog posts aren’t over until I share music …
… and express gratitude, over and over.