Time after time
October 6th, 2006 by amylherzog
Time flows so differently now that we have a child, now that I stay home with him, now that we’re not teenagers. No big events and sweeping changes, anymore. Just the quiet rhythm of domesticity, of new words spoken and bread baked and bumps soothed. Our nights are also quiet now, not filled with friends or restaurants or dancing or raucous video game nights. Just us, perhaps a fire, some television, perhaps some knitting or web-surfing or programming. Just us, stretching out into the few hours we get together each night after baby is sleeping, doing grown-up things, reveling in being an adult.
I know that the 25-year-old me would have a hard time believing that this is fulfilling, or even enjoyable. It’s a testament to how much I’ve changed, I suppose.
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I had the chance yesterday to marvel once more at this paradise we’ve come to. We live where the vegetables come from, and boy are we enjoying it.
That’s my haul from the local farmers’ market yesterday. Heirloom everything, fresh cranberry beans, the most amazing lettuces, fresh sorrel, fresh baby collards and Russian kale… it’s unbelievable and I feel so lucky.
I hope you are all well, and enjoying your own time of bounty and happiness.