Slowly Moving On

It is evening, and JBL are sitting quietly outside after putting J to bed. There is still a hint of light in the Western sky. The moon, however, is very bright and tinged with the peach tone of sunset. And I think of time passing.

We have gone from a time of cool evenings filled with silent lightning bugs festooning the woods at the bottom of our hill to a time of thick warm evenings filled with the uproarious chatter of crickets, along with silent darting, swooping bats. We have gone from the time when everything in the house was new to a time when appliances are being replaced and perennials are being relocated around the property.

We have gone from a time when JBL worked frantically from home at a technology company that sucked the life out of him (oh, wait, which one was that?) to a time where he has a challenging position in a just-the-right-size firm, working with a great friend. We have gone from a time when I questioned my choice in becoming a stay-at-home-mom to a time when I am pleased with the path that lead me to my life of work and love.

We have gone from a time where the toddler version of J rolled naked in the grass after dinner, begging to stay up later, to a time where she practices lacrosse with her dad til sunset, begging to stay up later. We have gone from a time when K was a playful 5-year-old to a time when she is almost a young woman - as tall as I am, mature and wonderful as a companion.

I look up into the almost-night sky and see the moon has cooled to white, and has been joined by the first star (a planet, really) as the sun's light completely disappears. Change is slow, subtle. I drink it in while remembering all the pleasure of the day just past...