“How did we get so old?”my husband asked, “Ten years at a time,” I replied.
Doesn’t ten years go by in a blink? And isn’t each decade so eventful?
The first ten years is childhood. The second, we transform into teenagers. For my husband and I, our twenties were the decade of babies. And in our thirties, our daughter’s decade as teenagers whirled us in a circle and deposited us into our forties. That was the decade of all things new it seemed. Children sprang from the nest. There were new jobs and a wedding. A new house. A new town. My parents moved to live with us. I went back to school. But time did what time does. I was amazed to wake up one morning and discover I was 50. And even more amazed to become a grandmother! Cue the music and fireworks. Cue the balloons. Cue the Lego and fisher price, and story books and pretend.
How in the world did so much life and change happen in those ten years?
I’m smack dab in the middle of my sixth decade now. I’ll let you know in five years what it was all about.
