Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve updated the site. Like, really updated, and not just dorky little mini-memes that don’t really say much about how I’ve been doing. Heh. The holidays are over now, and I’m still adjusting to getting back to the daily norm and the weekly routine. My sister visited for a week during Christmas week, and then I had about 4 days reprieve to recover (haha) before my brother visited for another week, with his girlfriend. They just left yesterday. I’m having a hard time playing catch-up. However, it was really, really nice to see them again. It seems that as time goes on, we change more and more. I feel like with every visit I have with them (since we live so far away from each other now: me in B.C. Canada and them in North Carolina), I am re-learning who they are as people, as individuals, as adults. Sometimes I see the semblance of days gone past, when we were all still little kids playing in the back yard, or bike riding in our neighborhood in California. Now, it seems like those days of old are so far away. At the time, they seemed like they would never end. Long summer days where we would ride our bikes to get away from our parents. Hanging out with George and Marian across the street (who have both passed on by now). Catching bugs during the summer together and raking leaves during the autumn together.

And now, the littlest one, my sister, is in college, old enough to legally drink. The middle one, my brother, is living on his own, making his own living. The oldest one, me, is married with a baby. How did all this happen so quickly? How did we all grow up so fast? Lily not only made a mother out of me, but an uncle out of Eddie and an auntie out of Sophia. Wasn’t it just yesterday that Sophia was Lily’s age and I was changing her diapers, albeit begrudgingly? Now, Eddie and Sophie hold onto Lily and speak baby language to her, laugh with her, play with her, and I think, “Wow… we’ve moved to become another generation.”

Sometimes time passes by so quickly. Nothing really stays the same. Things change, people change, age continues on. Sometimes, I wish I was still 10 years old, my brother 5 years old and my sister only 3 years old, and we were still underneath that low lemon tree in the back yard, playing a game that enabled us to, just for a little while, live in a far-off fantasy land where fairies and magical elves existed. But if I blink too fast, I am suddenly back here, in the present time, age 28, married, and babied. And I’m making new memories with my own little girl, helping her build imaginary worlds where her own fairies and her own elves talk to her and sing her songs.

Wow. I feel old all of a sudden.