about a month ago, cody and were out alone, enjoying some sushi that was i think made from perfection, and then some beers made from awesomeness.
something about being out alone without crosby made us think of a few of our favorite memories, prechild.
this visit from the past was surely because we were at a place that we most likely wouldnt bring crosby, and this place was a place where would go in the years pre marriage, and prebaby, and prehomeownership, and pre real jobs. read: during college.
we remembered all of the decisions, mistakes, and awesome times. we thought about how weird it was to not know responsibility at all, and how free you are from any actual obligation, aside from the table waiting job and the classes. we laughed and thought about those times, and how fast they went by. they were like a brief flash.
not one of the mistakes we thought about or the money we spent on something that we would never do now brought up any feelings of regret. because that time was then in that moment. and we lived it. and we saw it, and breathed it in completely. and then we moved on.
our conversation moved on to the present, and crosby, and our funny memories we have made in the past few months. and then of course onto random topics of what we have recently heard on the radio or read on the internet. and then our conversation trailed off into future plans and goals and then the beers were done, and we went home to our warm house to be in our present. with the snuggly baby.
i know that in a few short years, we will be looking back to this moment with our like minded friends, and our kids and babies will be teenagers and adults. and we will look back at these times and know that we lived them fully..... breathing in the babies, laughing at the millions of pounds of poop we cleaned off cloth diapers, and the glasses of wine or beer we would sip preciously while watching portlandia after an especially hard and exausting day of wood splitting, diaper washing, fussy teething whining, and constant, necessary and often exhausting baby wearing.
as one of my friends on facebook recently quoted:
"time keeps on slipping slipping slipping, into the future."