Word To The Ys

Sometimes it sneaks up and grabs me from behind.

I’m 32 years old.  I’m married; I’ve got THREE children.  My eldest child is already 6.  The baby is already 8.5 months old.

But this week I’m adding the following to the “I can’t hardly believe it” heap:

My baby brother is getting married.

On Friday my brother will join the ranks of the irrevocably grown-up.  Sure, he’s been a mature and thoughtful and caring man for awhile now, but somewhere in my head the ghost of the super-short little stinker was always shadowing everything the man said and did.  My brother is 4.5 years younger than I, and as I came out of the womb a 40-year-old woman, I’ve always felt a bit like a second mother to him.

Poor guy; I don’t really think he needed two of us.

Anyway, the twerp is getting married this week and making me feel ancient.  I didn’t really expect to feel anything other than relief as the time approached, but now of course I’m waxing nostalgic.  Time goes so fast.  I literally feel breathless trying to keep up.  Living in the moment has long been an aspiration of mine, and thusly the song quoted in my post title (by the band Rush) has been making me cry every time I hear it since I was 16 years old.  So now for your enjoyment, and my indulgence…some of my favorite lyrics and my favorite pictures from all the times I wish would stand a bit more still:

 

…I’d like to pause, no matter what I pretend;
Like some pilgrim who learns to transcend—

Learns to live as if each step was the end.

 

(Time stand still)
I’m not looking back, but I want to look around me now.
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now.
Freeze this moment a little bit longer.
Make each sensation a little bit stronger.
Experience slips away.

 

Summer’s going fast, nights growing colder;
Children growing up,

old friends growing older.

Freeze this moment a little bit longer—

 

 

Make each impression a little bit stronger.
Experience slips away…
The innocence slips away.

 

 

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