Friday, October 7, 2011
Now and Then
One year ago this time, I was about to be hit with a monster of a depressive episode that has me feeling saddle shy about the upcoming winter.
Two years ago this time, we were preparing to move from our home in Denver to live with family in Ft. Collins. We were preparing to leave a beloved neighborhood, a steady income, a city we loved, a first preschool.
Seven years ago this time, almost this hour exactly, I was at Coopersmiths eating fish 'n chips and waiting for Ayla to be born. She was six days overdue. I had scheduled an induction for the next morning. I sat in my seat rocking back and forth with strong contractions I was afraid to hope were real. That night by one am I was in the hospital euphoric with gratitude for my epidural, all plans of a 'natural' birth (like any birth is unnatural UNLESS you are named Rosemary) tossed aside. She came on her own in the morning. I held her to my chest, heard her first cries, sang her a first song looking down on the gold and crimson leaves outside our window.
Nine years ago this time, I was days away from my wedding. I was young. I was stupid. I was thrilled.
This year, I blame her October birth for Ayla's love of the spooky and macabre. For her deep, innate drive to face her fears head on. For the fact that she eschews pink and princesses for Zombies, Darth Vader, and grasshoppers.
This year Indy turned five. She still runs to me with her arms wide open when I pick her up from school.
This year Mr. V went to the Great American Beer Fest, a place where he had once gone and wished. This year he went to win.
This year we drove up the canyon, parked by the river, got caught in the rain. The sun was brilliant, illuminating the shower against the blue sky. We headed east. Got ahead of the storm, at a place along the same river. A willow tree, a river island. The girls said it was the perfect spot.
The rain'll catch us again, I said.
But you know, it never did.
Posted by Vesuvius At Home at 6:09 PM
Labels: Legends of the Fall, Vesuvius Remembers
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Some nice reminiscing, and FABULOUS pictures. That pic of Ayla and the grasshopper is so charming.ReplyDelete
I'd say "This year was a very good year!" Beautiful pictures of beautiful girls. How I miss them; they are growing so fast.ReplyDelete
Was that a grasshopper, Jan? (Note my lack of entomology.)