Numbers can mean a lot.
Numbers can be your age.
A five year old is so excited to show all five fingers when asked how old they are.
It could be how many days until school is out.
It could be how many days or months until you graduate.
It could be anniversaries and birthdays.
Maybe it's not the numbers, maybe it's the time.
Do you ever think about how when we were younger, we just wished our lives away to times when we'd be older? Do you remember being a kid and turning ten and being so excited to hold up both hands?
I used to wish that time could go by faster. All my friends growing up had been a couple years older than me. I wanted to be just like them.
I wanted time to speed up.
When I was in elementary school, I would hear all the amazing things about the intermediate school. I was ready to go there.
When I was in fifth grade, I was ready to be in sixth. I could be in the band! I could play the same instruments as my theater friends! I'd be at the middle school!
Seventh grade hit. It was all going great. I joined choir, and I had more theater friends from Charlotte's web!
It's funny how one phone call can make everything change.
The phone call that said he had only been alive 164,208 hours.
The phone call that said he would never make it to nineteen.
The phone call where I lost a friend for the rest of my life here on this earth.
The phone call that made me wish time would go back.
