Just a Moment

Yesterday we made an appearance at a party for my namesake, Hilary Lorraine. Twas a celebration of her graduation (in December) from university. Lorene (her mother) and I were talking about the kids and marvelling at how they were so grown but that truly, we didn't look that much older. Certainly we don't feel that much older. We are just as sassy and funny and interesting and hip as we were over 30 years ago when we all first met in college, before any of those children populating the other room were even thought of, let alone conceived.

(30 years. That's a whole entire adult person. That sounds old but I will maintain that it is not. Because to consider the alternative is, well, just not something I am interested in doing, thankyouverymuch).

Anywrinkle, there we were. I will grant you this: we are softened with time, rounder where we used to be more angular. But that's certainly a far cry from touring assisted living facilities. There's youth and vigor in us yet and it was in the spirit of that, of the possibilities still opening up for us even as we watch them unfold for our children, which had us in the kitchen marvelling. It really happened only in a moment, glancing into the living room watching them framed by the kitchen door. They were, the three of them, conducting themselves like, well, like grownups, chatting amiably in clusters of guests. There was Hilary the graduate and Max who has turned into a young man and the baby of them all, The Child. The Child who is now taller than Hilary, who glanced at Max from time-to-time in that way that young women can't help but do when they are in the room with a tall, good-looking boy...the baby who is, today, 15 years old.

Ha! See? Just made you feel old, didn't I?