Poetry Friday: Changing Houses, Growing Up
This week, like last, I have been thinking about the passage of time. Last week slowing down to appreciate the small moments was on my mind, and this week is not much different. Things for me are changing -- we're moving in a couple of weeks, moving to the suburbs, and life is going to change. We're in a routine now, my husband and me, Ethan and me, the three of us. And the routine is comfortable.
Moving feels very grown-up, and brings me (of course) to thinking about Ethan. And to thinking about how he will grow up in this house that we are moving to. It's possible that he will learn to ride a bike in this house, start those perilous middle school years in this house, go on his first date in this house, take his SATs in this house, leave this house to go to college. All of this could happen -- but now he is only a toddler.
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