I’m about to be another year older, which calls for a little reminiscing.
About this time last year,
Things were actually quite similar to how they are today. Lane was smaller.
Two years ago,
My three-week-old baby girl captivated me.
Three years ago,
We had moved into the apartment we live in now. The living room was completely empty with no furniture for four months while Doug searched for his perfect couch.
Four years ago,
We traveled more. Doug and I went to Chicago for a long weekend. I worked for Saks Fifth Avenue at the time, and I started wearing scarves and big sunglasses. I learned about dress jeans and witnessed the rise and fall of the poncho.
Five years ago,
Doug and I were engaged. He was in a terrible car accident. I thought about how sad it would be if he had died, and I replayed it in my mind as if I were watching my own made-for-tv movie. I sold my home and quit my job so I could move to the city where he lived.
Ten years ago,
My rent for my college apartment was less than $200 a month, and it had gorgeous windows and hardwood floors. There was no central heat or air conditioning, but I was really content. I wondered if I would ever get married.
Fifteen years ago,
I got my first job as a cashier at a buffet restaurant. The uniform required me to wear a handkerchief on my head, pantyhose with socks, white tennis shoes, a polyester shirt with puffy sleeves, and a smock that was a one-size-fits-all. I lasted about 6 weeks.
Twenty years ago,
The Berlin wall still divided East and West Germany. I watched the Cosby Show on Thursday nights, and had a denim jacket just like everybody else.
Twenty-five years ago,
I spent 90 minutes watching the Smurfs every Saturday morning. My family went on vacation to the beach. I wish we lived close enough to go to the beach every summer like we used to.
The circumstances change, but this one thing remains the same: “For great is his love toward us, and the faithfulness of the LORD endures forever.” (Psalm 117:2)