New Beginnings

I have been inconsistent in blogging. And I apologize to those who notice and care.

But we have had a lot happening in our little family.

Younger has finished his first year of college, and he has already started helping at the museum this summer.

And Elder is now a college graduate. In July, he will start his first full-time job. In Kansas City.

In these moments, I miss my mom the most. I remember that once, a long time ago, when Elder was a baby, she overheard my husband mention looking at a job in Kansas City. After a few days of fretting, she called me in tears to demand, “You aren’t taking my baby to Kansas City, are you?”

She meant Elder, by the way.

Not me.

And now her baby is taking himself to Kansas City.  And I’m fretting a little myself.

We are beyond proud of his accomplishments, obviously.

And this new stage of life might be a little easier on our wallets.

But a lot harder on our hearts.

 

The End of the World

The other day, my husband was sharing a convoluted story with Younger that eventually, for some reason, meant he had to explain that the main female character from Naked Gun was married to Elvis.

“Elvis who?” Younger interrupted to ask.

An unnatural quiet followed the innocent question. Then, “Whaddya mean Elvis who?”

Well, obviously, we’re old.

And that hurts.

But Younger actually managed to derail his father from the track of an irrelevant story into the ditch of total silence.

And that might actually signify the end of the world as we know it.