Time

Thanks to the power of nostalgia, when I reflect back on being 20 years old, the memories are still fresh and accessible. I was eagerly anticipating the release of REM’s Green and enduring the end of yet another mediocre 80-82 Halos season. Life was good as the last of summer’s brutal humidity melted into the brisk Ann Arbor autumn—which of course, meant that it was all just around the corner: U of M football, shows at the Blind Pig, wings at Spots, studying in the Law library, beers and foos, walks in the Arb, fun with a good fake ID… Life was good. I mention this because now indiapapa is closer to 50 than 20 and, if there is one thing I have learned, it is that these next 15 years are going to roar by even quicker than I can remember the name of the great deli we used to eat at..

Anyway, while I don’t think that I can consciously become more aware of ‘taking advantage’ of the moment, the reminder of time’s march just reinforces my thanks for this time with Kaia. For you, dear readers, this may seem a bit overly sentimental and somewhat shallow in analysis, but there are certain times where I lack the ability (or am perhaps just lazy!) to fully articulate what it is that I am experiencing. Today I put up a photo from Kaia’s birth on my computer desktop—I’m posting it here as well—just to remind me that this little critter is going to be huge before I can even contemplate what happened. I had never before experienced the emotion of when joy and sadness tie a knot around a moment that you know is precious. Since he’s come into my life it seems like they happen on a regular basis. Hopefully by the time I’m 50, and he’s 17, we can look back on this entry and experience the same joyful walk down nostalgia’s lane.

Oh, Zingerman’s! And time marches on....

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