It's weird to be 39 and remember 13 so clearly. It's weird to see my son and remember so well what it was like to be his age. It's weird to be 39 and feel so not 39.
I remember life in junior high and life in high school and how fast it was. I remember going from school to practice to home to church and scarfing down leftover spaghetti at 9pm before doing my homework and I remember my mom and dad running from work to meetings to driving for some activity and now I'm the parent and I'm living that life all over again as the mom character.
There have been magical moments in the midst of the running and doing. There has been laughter and tears and new pets welcomed in. There has been laundry and music and practice and mac n' cheese like normal, but the hard part is that not all of us have been here to share in it together. I guess I just have to be patient and muddle through the workaholic forties.
I haven't had time to sit down and write music. I told my friend I would finish a song before she gave birth to her baby. I thought I had tons of time but her due date is in 4 days. The song's not done yet. That's what life does to you.
Yesterday the children processed into church waving palm branches. The walk to the cross began. Holy Week is a really sacred time for me and many believers, but time has gone so quickly I haven't taken the time consider it like I know I should. But the laundry is in the dryer, I don't have to be at work for another 45 minutes. Now is just as good a time as any to close my eyes and give thanks. It's gotta slow down some time, right?