Last night my life passed before my eyes. Some time ago the husband had backed up the bulk of my photos, from the last five or six years. Yesterday we got to talking about the little man as a baby. The husband missed out on a good chunk of his babyhood, as he hadn’t yet enlisted with our little unit. He wasn’t even living in the state. So he set up a little slideshow on his PC and started to click through…from the little man’s early days to the present. We watched the seasons change, a few old boyfriends making brief appearances, my hair’s various metamorphoses, and, most importantly, the little man growing up. It must have been strange for him as he watched with us. He doesn’t quite recognize his baby self…he seems confused, seeing his own mini-me being held by folks he does recognize, like mom and members of our extended family (close friends included in this category), and in familiar settings. He does readily identify his toddler self, though, and even has memories associated with the photos. Memories sometimes clearer than my own.
