note: I’ve found my writing style to be a bit different lately. possibly due to this current phase of life I’m in: my head is foggy, my heart is mushy, and my hands are full. thanks for bearing with me as I find my new voice 🙂
Remember when we went to see Catfish in theaters, on a school night, at 11pm? When we only had exactly two loads of laundry each week? When we changed our sheets only once a week?
Remember when every night was date night? When the determining factor in picking a restaurant was the menu and not how close it was or how high-chair friendly it is?
Remember when our cars were spotless? When we could haul stuff around in the backseats because there weren’t 2 car seats and an explosion of toys? When we didn’t look in the rearview mirror to see a little green frog-shaped potty?
Remember when we took a hip-hop dance class just for the fun of it (what were we thinking?) And that time we slept in the guest bedroom for 6 weeks just because we could? When we used to sleep in and make biscuits and gravy on the weekend with those little fancy plates?
Remember when we used to turn the heat off at night to save a few pennies? When we didn’t have to hide in the pantry to eat something sweet after dinner? When we used to have “reading parties” at the supper table because we both enjoyed the silence?
Remember when we used to just pick up and take off for the weekend (why didn’t we do that more??)? When we picked up our phones, made a phone call, talked as long as we wanted, and then mindlessly put them down? Remember when we thought our little ball of grey fluff was the cutest thing ever and that we’d never be able to give anything as much love as we gave to him?
I don’t much either.
Those were the old days, but they weren’t the good ones. No, I’m quite certain that is what we have now,