Instant flash back
Last weekend my friend Katherine visited us in Baltimore for a couple of days. She lives in DC, but still, it was like a "vacation"! We did touristy things, restaurants for every meal, laughing and talking all weekend. I've known Katherine since March of 2000. She was the first person I met in DC that I wanted to "keep". My first DC friend. We went to the same University, just a few years apart. We met through the alumni program. I coordinated a volunteer service project and she needed a ride from the metro. That's all there was to it. Friends.
At some point last weekend we were just talking about nothing when she brought up some little memory, and then she turned, looked at me, and said "Holy CRAP, that was a LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG time ago."
It was. We both sort of sat there, stunned. Yes. Yes, a long time ago.
Hot buttered rum in the snow. A LONG time AGO.
Matt and I met ten years ago this fall. The night before our first date, I went to a concert. John Mayer at the Patriot Center. Maroon 5 opened for him. I'd never heard of them, but I loved them and immediately bought the cd. I think I listened to it on repeat for a month or two. A few minutes ago, one of the songs from that album popped up on my ipod and somehow, suddenly, I was 25, dancing in my kitchen, walls painted purple, not a clue what the future would hold. No idea that the date I'd just been on would lead to marriage. It was magic.
That's how it works sometimes. We get caught up in the day to day. And then somehow a decade goes by.
Katherine and I decided something important though. As much as the years that rush by are important, we're still the ages we were then. We have not aged. We clearly don't remember aging, so it hasn't happened.
Too bad my kitchen can't go purple.
At some point last weekend we were just talking about nothing when she brought up some little memory, and then she turned, looked at me, and said "Holy CRAP, that was a LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG time ago."
It was. We both sort of sat there, stunned. Yes. Yes, a long time ago.
Hot buttered rum in the snow. A LONG time AGO.
Matt and I met ten years ago this fall. The night before our first date, I went to a concert. John Mayer at the Patriot Center. Maroon 5 opened for him. I'd never heard of them, but I loved them and immediately bought the cd. I think I listened to it on repeat for a month or two. A few minutes ago, one of the songs from that album popped up on my ipod and somehow, suddenly, I was 25, dancing in my kitchen, walls painted purple, not a clue what the future would hold. No idea that the date I'd just been on would lead to marriage. It was magic.
That's how it works sometimes. We get caught up in the day to day. And then somehow a decade goes by.
Katherine and I decided something important though. As much as the years that rush by are important, we're still the ages we were then. We have not aged. We clearly don't remember aging, so it hasn't happened.
Too bad my kitchen can't go purple.