Saturday, February 27, 2016

The Offer

My son and his wife were putting an offer to purchase a home the other night. While they waited and explained the market to us we recounted our tales, to which he implied it was so long ago it wasn't really applicable. He laughed as though to kid, but I could see he meant it. That is how he viewed us, as we had viewed our parents. It didn't feel that long ago that we were getting married. I can remember little details of our lives as though they happened last month. The taste of the apples from our tree the first year brought me a thrill of "adulting." My control-freak days of walking through a list of household things to do that I believed was adulting to. We have been through changes: houses, births, sickness, deaths, graduations, hair styles. Yet, I feel that same 21 year old on the inside. Seeing me in my son's eyes made me revolt. I am still applicable, relevant and damn it, I have more adulting to do. So with tea in hand, I embark on a new venture with words.

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