ladykatza

last night was the annual christmas party at kip and jennifer’s house. its always a fun time because they plan and stock up for months to have lots of food and drink. then there is games and media of all sorts. there’s another couple there that had a daughter around the same time i had felicity. seeing her last night, we commented on how we shouldn’t be surprised about how big she’s gotten, but we were.

cynthia passed along a bit of wisdom from her grandmother, “the years are short, but the days are long”. its true, i think. when you are raising children you take everything one day at a time and some days it seems that it will never end and that sleep and peace and quiet are elusive dreams. then one morning you wake up to find that your children have fixed their own breakfast after dressing themselves and brushing their teeth. sometimes they want to make breakfast for you too, and despite the disaster that awaits you in the kitchen all you can do is smile and hug them. to their confusion you start to cry and say “when did you grow up?”.

there are a couple songs that set me to bawling whenever i listen to them. “Time” by Pink Floyd and “Old and Wise” by Alan Parson’s Project. i don’t like to think of myself as sentimental, but i am. i cry during the sad parts of songs and movies, i get nostalgic.

i realize that i miss my grandmother. while she was rarely physically around, she was present in her daily emails and her dispensation of advice and recipies. i feel the need to remember her by baking traditional holiday treats. she was always good about keeping up with christmas cards and thank you notes. hand written, just a little note, but it feels like a tradition lost that needs to be kept alive.

Current Mood:  thoughtful

Current Music: Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Alan Parson's