Mommy Blogger April B. – Time Flies
Do you ever wonder how you got here?
It’s true what they say–time really does pass by so much faster the older you get. I feel like life is a blur. I look around my home and wonder who bought this place? Who owns all this furniture and art and knickknacks? Who took all the photos that fill the albums? I remember peeking through the drapes as a hippy-van driving handyman nailed the custom wood shutters I was so excited for together and hung them on my new home. It’s been almost a decade but, as cliche as it is, it seems like yesterday. The memories are so vivid, yet it’s almost overwhelming to think of every detail that went into building this life.
When did this all happen? When did I grow up and get a husband and a career and a home, three kids, two dogs, two dwarf frogs, a beta fish and an occasional wasp nest under the front porch light?
I mean, wow. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. It’s everything I ever wanted. But sometimes, I can’t believe it’s all mine. And sometimes, I can’t remember how I got here.
I still feel 25. Well, OK, my knees feel about 63, but the rest of me is definitely 25.
This blog will post on the 16th anniversary of the day I said, “I do,” to my very best friend. I’ve been with my husband longer than I was without him. Sixteen seems like such a big, huge number. It almost takes my breath away. We’ve come so far and done so much.
It seems like an eternity, yet it seems like it happened overnight.
More than a decade ago, we stood in awe at an Aerosmith concert, amazed at how the crowd of fans literally spanned generations. Nearby, I watched a father with his son, who couldn’t have been older than 6. The smell of weed wafted through the air from a group of 20-somethings near the back. And as Steven Tyler pranced across the plank like stage that dipped out into the audience singing “Dream On,” I marveled at a cluster of very enthusiastic old dudes, thinking how I hope I still appreciate Aerosmith when I’m 70. My husband likes to remind me, “If it’s too loud, you’re too old.” I hope it’s never too loud.