Today is Bede's and my nine year wedding anniversary. We celebrated by dropping Lucia off at school and then taking time off work to go to IKEA. We have dreams of shelving units in our basement so that the storage area downstairs resembles a pantry more than a dumping ground of boxes. Tonight we had a class parent meeting. We were able to go out for desserty types of drinks afterward. We talked about our goals and hopes for the next nine years. I said, "I want to write a book that makes me proud." Bede would like to launch a game line.
In nine years' time, Lucia will be fifteen going on sixteen. That bends and stretches my mind into uncomfortable positions. I can barely fathom it. I think that if I didn't have a child, I'd be more oblivious to time's passage. Watching someone grow so quickly reminds me how brief our little lives are, and how much I want us all to be here for as long as possible.