Time Flies

 

I was shocked when I realized tomorrow is my husband and my tenth anniversary of our legal marriage, the one at city hall, the only one that counts in many European countries where you can marry in a church 1000+ times and it isn't legally binding. 

Twelve years ago we had a commitment ceremony with 40 guests from seven countries. That is the most important to me.

Ten, twelve years doesn't matter when I feel like time has flown faster than the days, weeks, months that passed.  I know we've packed a lot of living, reading, writing, traveling into the time we've been together. It is almost impossible to see the white of our fridge because it is covered in magnets from every place we visited, countries, museums, etc. It's some great eating at everything from a hole-in-the-wall to five-star restaurants.There are tons of apèros, breakfasts and meals shared with friends. Impossible to count the café sits and people watching.

When something is written about the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, etc. I can picture what I was doing, wearing, thinking as if it happened at no more than a week ago. My daughter may be in her mid 50s, but I see her head popping up over the bumper guard in her crib.

I used to say as I aged that I looked more and more like my mother. Then it was my grandmother. I only remember my great grandmother as a head of gray hair in a bed. I remember when my skin was taunt. Fortunately, although I'm heavier, I'm not fat. Even after giving birth, I only weighed 100 pounds so I had leeway to add to my figure. But all of this happened in a flash.