I was driving in to work this morning with one of my cd’s cranked up when it occurred to me that maybe I should enjoy the air outside and turn the music down and find some inspiration for my blog post this morning.

Then my sister called. She’s due to have my nephew on the 14th, we don’t talk nearly enough and in the morning is the best time to catch me, I’m still a little friendly then :).
Every time I talk to my sister I realize how much older we are getting, I’m turning 28 next week, she turned 30 last year and our baby sister is turning 21 next month.
Wow.

Age sneaks up on you, you don’t realize it’s happening until a few years have slipped away and you think, wow, it’s been 5 years since I lived there, or it’s been 10 years since I’ve graduated, or whatever the case may be. It’s surprising when you realize how much time can go by so quickly. My son enters the double digit ages this year. He’ll be 10. I won’t talk too much about this because I hate that reminiscing, “oh where has the time gone” crap. But I’ve spent all this time trying to forge our lives in this world, and have our own little corner of the world, and now we finally have it, and half his childhood is over.

The beauty of him turning 10 years old is that every person I know who talks about childhood, and recalls the year they were 10, it was a good year, you’re still in the age of innocence. You still have that charm of being too young to know anything really, but you still think you’re pretty smart, but you’re not yet to that “hate your parents because they’re stupid” phase of life. I’m dreading that phase.
So that’s what I ended up with as my inspiration, the last year of innocence.

Recalling childhood, what was your best year?