The older I get, the more sappy.
I blame Junior. I was never quite so mushy and emotional before he came along. I think part of that is the fact that he shows me every single day how quickly time passes. I didn’t notice it before. Probably because I wasn’t looking. Every day he has been alive, he has grown, and he has changed, and I can’t begin to comprehend the pace.
And now he’s choosing a white pumpkin instead of the hundreds of orange, and fighting us about wearing hats.
He’s running around faster than we can keep up, and making Bill one exhausted doggie.
(But I think Bill likes it as much as we do.)
Anyway, a by product of my musings was the realization that not only is Junior getting older… We all are.
Makes me want to hold on to things, especially memories, a little tighter. Thus, I framed another memory. A memory made by my grandma, of her famous vegetable soup. My favorite.
I love seeing her familiar hand writing. I love the little cards she wrote on. I love having this in the kitchen to see every day.
It’s really just for looks, because although the directions are right there… in reality all I have to do is call her up and tell her I’ve got a hankering for some soup.
Because we all know a hearty dose of vegetable soup can cure any woe – even a case of the I’m-getting-old-and-have-eye-wrinkles-and-lip-hair-now blues.
Especially the lip hair blues.