I was driving the girls to daycare this morning and “We are Young” by Fun came on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv6dMFF_yts&ob=av2e which is my newest "pop" obsession. It was one of those perfect moments. I was singing at the top of my lungs and feeling carefree. I remember how it played when we drove home from dinner on our mini-vacation to Kansas City a few weeks ago. That night the weather was sublime, the girls were charming, and Sephus and I were so happy to be together after my trip to D.C. All I could think about that night was how young we really are in the bigger scheme of things. This is so important to remember as I feel so "middle-aged" lately. It was ironic that it came on again this morning because tonight we are taking the girls out for a date night again. This is our life now, and these kinds of nights are becoming my favorites.
This morning, as I was getting a little too into rocking out, I heard Avery quietly mumble, "I like this song." Later I heard her singing it to herself as I walked her into daycare. Suddenly I was so nostalgic for those moments listening to "Hold Me Now" by the Thompson Twins and "You are the Sun" by Lionel Richie. Jason and I have such fond memories of driving around with my parents when these were constantly on the radio - probably when we were the girls' ages - and loving and hating those songs at the same time. We never really thought about how they were pop songs. My parents were in there thirties then, just as I am now. They were young... I sure didn't see them that way as they were our rocks and such "grown ups". It is so interesting to be here - where they were - trying to imagine if they felt young... even hip... listening to their top 40 hits.
Last weekend we had our good friends, the Sleeths, over, and the kids disappeared to the basement for hours so we got to hang out as adults. Sometimes I envy the kids in the basement as I remember family barbecues with the Smith, Bear or Leskis families being among the best times of my life. We had total freedom in those moments. We never really thought about what the parents might be upstairs talking about. We were young.
In so many ways, aging is cyclic. Time is random. (The other day Avery asked me how many months old she was, and I about fell out of the bed saying 61 months.) The weeks go by faster each year, yet I still have so many weeks left in front of me. I want to remember them. So, the time seemed right for starting a blog. I have avoided this need to write for some time because I worried that no one would care to hear my ponderings. Today I was compelled to share these thoughts. I realized that whether one or one-hundred people read, I have stories I want to tell. So feel free to follow along and share your stories as well.
"We are young! So let's start the night on fire."
