Friday, April 01, 2005

Nostalgia

Right now, my adult daughter’s old high school friends are in the living room. They’ve gathered here, traveling from very distant places back to Madison for a wedding tomorrow. Maybe a dozen of them, all leading lives that I could not have anticipated for them, nor they for themselves.

Time is often measured by the stages your children march through. I forget that, now that my daughters both live more than a thousand miles away from me. Tonight, I am back in their high school days, though with a twist. I hear laughter and it is much more the laughter of adults.

When did the change happen?

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