Yesterday I had lunch with my grandma, and on her wall I saw a picture from a family reunion years ago. I showed the kids, and they laughed hysterically to think that the boy in the picture who looked 4 years old was actually Uncle Jons.
I remember that reunion. I remember singing and playing. I remember throwing a basketball across the pool and making a basket and driving the other 12 year old boys CRAZY that a girl could do it and they couldn't. I remember over-hearing my teenage aunt expressing frustration that I had got her cute white hair bow dirty after she lent it to me.
And then I had a little epiphany. Two actually. Okay, three.
1. So THAT's where Bekah gets her propensity to stain everything she touches!
2. How really insignificant most things are. I mean, does anyone care about that hair bow now? How silly it sounds to be upset about a hairbow (and she was pretty nice about it). But how silly are most things we get upset about.
3. I had kind of a weird moment where I looked at my Oma and realized that I was right in the middle of where she probably looked back with the most fondness. I've seen old videos of her standing in the backyard, ironing (sheets probably) while her kids ran around playing. She is now struggling with living alone. How's that for a moment of reflection.
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Was that the Aspen Grove reunion? And I had the same thought the other day--the kids were in bed and Lowell fell asleep early so I was alone in the quiet, semi-clean house. And I was bored and lonely. I almost wanted to wake the baby up to have something to do. So I figured I better enjoy the chaos because someday I just might miss it. Or travel Europe or something, but we'll see ;).
You know life is fleeting isn't it. and the more i realize that the more i want to hang on to things because it won't ever happen again.
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