Thursday, June 2, 2011

Growing up

I have so many memories from growing up, but the one that sticks out the most is more of a thought.  In my head, I couldn't wait to grow up.  Wow, when you're a kid, time really is slow.  I hated being little and couldn't wait to move out  Now, at the age of 37, time is going by faster than I care for.  Just this morning I was sitting at my kitchen table and my eye caught sight of my husband through the doorwall.  He's all red from yesterday's sun, and he's sweating up a storm.  He's dragging around a heavy bag of mulch and cleaning up the beds in the yard.  And there are piles of more mulch by the patio, waiting for him to drag around.  And then my gaze wanders over to the vacuum cleaner that I lugged out of the hall closet right after waking up this morning.  Wow.  I wonder if thoughts like mine run through my husband's head.  Here I'm thinking, whoa!  When did this happen?  When did I acquire a vacuum cleaner, let alone a kitchen table, patio, doorwall and a husband.  I swear it was just yesterday that I was sitting on my parent's front porch, playing barbies with my best girlfriend, while shooing my little sisters away!