Monday, March 10, 2014

"Nostalgia Hits Me Like A Train"



It was Alex that was cleaning his room of little boy things, that used that phrase.  Now, as I look at my baby boy, I am the nostalgic one.  I wonder where my little boy went...and all those moments between then and now.  I wouldn't want to relive every moment...only the beautiful ones indelibly etched in my memory.

“What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.” 
~ Richard Ford

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