Canon in D, and, other Easter stuff
I went over to my dad’s house to fix the Easter eggs, since the Easter Bunny has always come to my parent’s house.
My dad has always been the hider of the eggs, so, I wanted to make sure he still did it this year, even though I suspect it’d be OK with him if he didn’t do it.
After I finished the eggs, we were chatting about some of the things he wants to do with the house. I can’t remember if I’ve said it here or not, but, his inner Martha Stewart is asserting herself lately. Weird, but, oddly fascinating at the same time.
We were talking about some of the furniture, and, he made some off-hand remarks about some of the things they got as wedding gifts. It then occurred to me that I never really thought much about my parents as newlyweds, just starting off. It’s weird to imagine them planning a life together, not knowing what the future had in store for them, and, at the same time, to know how it ended up.
I’m sure they were no different from my husband, and, me, but, somehow, I think of old age, and, death as something abstract for us.
We went out for dinner, and, the the song from my wedding processional (Canon in D, for those of you playing along at home) came on the radio. I got sad for a moment thinking how different things were at that moment than they were when he walked me down the aisle 17 years ago, but, just as quickly as I got sad, it suddenly became OK.
I don’t really know why, but, I guess I’m just learning to live in the here and now a little better. Or, maybe I’m improving my, “one day at a time” skills.
Lord knows there is nowhere to go but up for me in that department.
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