Dear family and friends,
The title might seem a bit dramatic. Never fear, this post isn’t about how worried I am about losing my way of life after kids or anything like that. Rather, I was musing on how long it took me as a kid to realize my parents had a life before me or my sisters were born. It makes me laugh to think about our kids realizing the same thing. My life is the long, mostly beautiful, complicated story of Jewel. Here’s some of my favorite evidence of my “pre-kids” life:
As I become a more thoughtful adult, I know my parents have long beautiful ongoing stories of their own and I’m so grateful that I get to know bits of them. I feel pretty lucky that they’re my parents! Here are some of my favorite pictures of them in their earlier days (mostly before me, not necessarily before they had kids :-)).
It’s so amazing to think about all of the experiences the people you love have gone through. Not only have my parents had such interesting lives, but there are so many things I wish I could experience along with my sisters and friends and family. Maybe that’s just me being nosey ;-). I am thankful for the ways we get to share our lives using wonderful and strange methods, like this blog and facebook (is it going to be weird for my kid to look at my facebook profile someday or will that seem normal?).
Thanks for following me through my aimless musings on “life before…” Being grounded in my past helps me feel even more prepared for whatever the future may hold.