I look out the upstairs window where I’m working and see my teen and her friend busily digging a hole where young lilacs are growing along the cemetery fence.
They’re planting a half-gallon mason jar — their time capsule — carefully filled with things like a map of our camping trips and lists of their favorite things to eat. I watch them talking, and then they tie a pink scrap of fabric on the chain link fence, as if that marker will weather through the years.
Right there, I think, is childhood in a nutshell: a world that intersects with my grownup days, and yet lives busily — in fun and in seriousness — in their own. I haven’t seen what they stashed in that capsule, but I expect to see what emerges, whenever that may be….
A person isn’t who they are during the last conversation you had with them — they’re who they’ve been throughout your whole relationship.
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I’m playing catch up with your latest posts. So good. Happy Monday.
Happy Monday to you, too. Hope all is well in your nice place in Vermont. 🙂