First of all, no one tried to guess my mom’s age yesterday, but if you want to know highlight here: 68 to see.
I think about the future a lot. Not so much what it will bring, but what will future generations think of us? If Simon and I have kids, what will their kids and their kids kids know about Gran Robyn and Gramps Simon?
Will they be in the US and look at the inside of my wedding ring and think we were married on April 9th rather than 4th September? Or will they still be in the UK and understand perfectly?
Will they hear the story of how Simon and I met, a family fable including a trip across the Atlantic? Not really so different from the story of my great-grandmother and her story from Romania to Boston, except with diamonds sewn in the hem of her skirt. If you ever meet my sister-in-law, ask to see her engagement ring. The diamond in it was one of the ones in my great-grandmothers hem.
I also think about the future of the children I know. My niece, who will be 8 in April, is, according to her mother, very very grown up. She asked if she could wear make up the other day and was given permission to do so. Apparently she put it on herself so well that her dad didn’t even notice until her mom pointed it out to him. And then he was impressed.
I wonder what she’ll be when she grows up. And her sister. And all my other nieces and nephews, who range in age from 3 to 19. Who will they be? Will they be happy? Rich? Straight? Gay? Married? Sad?
The future…what will it bring?
That thing about the diamonds is cool!
Yeah, if you every propose to someone, definitely helps to give them a family heirloom! No way B was going to say no to me!
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that my (not so!) little artist did such an amazing job with her makeup. It was a bit heavy, but I really did think Becky did it for her, it was so neat & even.