Forever Young and Fuzzy
Don’t you love how spending time with family brings on a case of the warm fuzzies?
Last weekend we visited my sister and her hubby, as well as two of my nephews and their families. My third nephew and his wife and young ‘uns, as well as my big bro and my nieces, have the audacity to live in Oregon—2,000+ miles away—and their presence was greatly missed.
It was wonderful just to see beloved faces and be able to nab a hug along the way from the kitchen to the outside deck. The drive from here to Virginia is only 6-7 hours, less than a full day on the job; but with work schedules, kid schedules, and working out incidentals such as boarding the dogs, our get-togethers tend to be few and far between which makes them, I suppose, all the more sweet when they occur.
It is always a shock when I see my nephews. I know they are grown with kids and jobs and lives to live, though in the men they have become I see hidden there the little ones who used to beg me to play games or to watch while they performed some acrobatic feat of great daring. While sharing precious time with them, listening to them talk about their lives, I could almost hear Rod Stewart crooning “Forever Young”.
Distance creates the capturing of time, I suppose. As an aunt, my nieces and nephews are caught as children in my mind like butterflies in amber; through my eyes they have aged not at all despite the passing of decades. The older they get the more they will appreciate that, I know. (I received emails last year from a couple of old high school boyfriends—thank you, classmates.com—and I love the idea that in their minds I will always be 17. Quite the time warp, that.)
The thing is, when we don’t see someone for a long time, even after we do, the reality doesn’t usurp the memories of the heart. The past and present are shared, like two images in a looking glass. Illusion, yes; but precious, nonetheless.
Forever young (at heart) –