Texas, North Carolina, New Jersey, New York and Virginia.
Four flights and five states later I am seated at my desk staring at the remnants of a whirlwind trip back East for my nephew’s Bar Mitzvah.
Technically I started and finished in Texas so I’ll let you decide whether it is fair to say I hit five states or not.
What I know for certain is that my children have now seen snow and I have been reminded that 61 degrees feels warm when compared to temperatures in the twenties.
Ten Years Later
It is ten years since we took the picture of the two boys in the picture above. The oldest grandchildren have been around long enough to have been a part of the weddings of several family members but have only recently grown old enough to claim a day for themselves.
I have a million memories of the two of them but one that sticks out is from the rehearsal dinner for the wedding from the photo. My brother-in-law and I were standing at the front of the restaurant while watching the boys play.
Suddenly the two of them started running towards the back of the restaurant and we took off in hot pursuit. Those little legs were far too short to out race us but they were small enough to breeze by people and object that we couldn’t avoid.
It probably gave them a moment more of freedom than they would have had, but I don’t think back then I could have truly imagined the day when they could out run us.
I think it is probably here now.
I am willing to put money down that I can beat them both in a short sprint, say the length of a full size basketball court. I have size on them and if I am warm I can still run with the twenty somethings, but I don’t have the endurance to keep it up long enough to matter.
They would eventually pass me and I would have to rely upon crafty veteran moves like tying their shoelaces together or handcuffing them to a pole.
Yeah, I know those aren’t considered to be ‘fair’ but who said life is fair–not me.
Now and Then
I could tell you about how surreal it felt to watch the boys talk to each other yesterday and to think about ten years ago and then to try to picture ten years from now.
Or I could tell you about how strange it was to hear the boarding agent make the last call for the flight to Los Angeles and to watch the doors close because that is not my flight any more.
Ten years ago I wondered how long it would take before I would be able to buy the “dream house” and played around with different locations, but none of them were here.
Now I just smile and enjoy the ride. Life has been far more unpredictable than I would have ever imagined, but sometimes roller coasters can be fun.