I've been thinking a lot lately how life is very cyclical, not just because I find myself turning into my parents, but how (just this past weekend) I listen to my elders remark about the cost of bread and a car and know that one day I'll marvel at the fact that I used to get bread for $2.50 a loaf and bought a new car for under $30,000. One day I'm going to watch my kids turn into me.
Sunday morning Victor and I were sleeping on the couch when Keller joined us at the other end. I had a moment where I was awake and my mind started racing so I couldn't go back to sleep, and while I was tucking the blanket around Victor and Keller, thinking how sweet these two little boys looked while sleeping, I was hit with a memory. There is a picture of my older sisters laying on our old blue couch in our living room in Delaware. (this is before my time, but I've heard this story often) Ang and Kris used to spend the night on the couch with one blanket to cover them up. They each took an end to sleep on and their feet didn't meet in the middle, they apparently thought this was pretty fantastic. But if I had the picture I would scan it and you could see there aren't many similarities, my sisters laid under a patchwork quilt of course, and my couch is brown not blue. But the sentiment is the same, two siblings creating a memory unknowingly.
Here are two more siblings, laughing and begging Mommy to pick them up. I really need three laps and six arms to hug with.
Victor is taking more steps. He could walk if he decided to be brave and not get excited.
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