As I get older I find myself using the phrase "time flies" a lot more, only usually it comes out sounding more like, "Holy crap, where has the time gone?"
I was thinking today about what a difference five years makes. We bought this house five years ago. Just five years ago, Eliza was in kindergarten with a tiny space where her first baby tooth was missing, and Wilson was still taking naps and wearing diapers--and had an obsessive habit of watching Winnie the Pooh every night before bed. Zane had just started working at the hospital again after a long ol' time of layoffs and job hunting (yikes, I get a stomach ache when I even think about it). Five years ago Carly hadn't met Levi, I hadn't even thought of opening my own preschool and was still bugging Zane to give in to just one more baby. Five years ago Martha Stewart was in prison and I proudly sported a "FREE MARTHA" bumper sticker on my car. Few people outside of Illinois knew who Barack Obama was, and President Hinckley hadn't yet warned of an impending economic disaster. Five years ago I still had all four grandparents living, and Zane's brother Layden hadn't ever stepped foot in Iraq. The Red Sox were just about to end their 86 year World Series drought and I didn't have any reason to feel guilty about not having a Facebook account. I think I remember five years ago looking over my bucket list that I made when I was in college, and thinking that I had better get busy because in five years I would be pushing forty.
Seriously, time flies.
I was thinking today about what a difference five years makes. We bought this house five years ago. Just five years ago, Eliza was in kindergarten with a tiny space where her first baby tooth was missing, and Wilson was still taking naps and wearing diapers--and had an obsessive habit of watching Winnie the Pooh every night before bed. Zane had just started working at the hospital again after a long ol' time of layoffs and job hunting (yikes, I get a stomach ache when I even think about it). Five years ago Carly hadn't met Levi, I hadn't even thought of opening my own preschool and was still bugging Zane to give in to just one more baby. Five years ago Martha Stewart was in prison and I proudly sported a "FREE MARTHA" bumper sticker on my car. Few people outside of Illinois knew who Barack Obama was, and President Hinckley hadn't yet warned of an impending economic disaster. Five years ago I still had all four grandparents living, and Zane's brother Layden hadn't ever stepped foot in Iraq. The Red Sox were just about to end their 86 year World Series drought and I didn't have any reason to feel guilty about not having a Facebook account. I think I remember five years ago looking over my bucket list that I made when I was in college, and thinking that I had better get busy because in five years I would be pushing forty.
Seriously, time flies.
2 comments:
I think thinking about five years ago is a good idea in some ways because it gives folks a good idea how how not to waste their time in their present life and know that life for everyone is just as fleeting so maybe they can unfleet it. Take care.
hugs
I was at the store yesterday and saw a knit poncho and thought about how Martha made such a fashion statement as she exited the big house!
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