I sat there watching the tall, long-haired twenty-one year old with his friends, laughing and chatting and talking about nothing.
Minus the tattoos, they looked like my own dad and his friends thirty years ago – bushy, unkept beards, long hair, well-worn thrifted clothes.
And I couldnt help but think that these are my own sons in twenty yeras time.
Who knows what styles will look like then. But it made me wonder, would looking at them as twenty-somethings remind me of my own childhood or teenage yeras as fashio goes full circle yet again?
It’s so hard to imagine celebrating Levi’s 21st. Seems light years away.
And yet I know when that day coems I’ll remember this little post and probably chuckle to myself at how close it all was.
I watched my friend tonight as she listened to her son’s friends share favorite memories and affirmations with him.
What must she have been thinking as she commemorated this coming of age?
All I could think about were my own two sons at home – one in his crib and the other in his bassinet. I wanted to go home and scoop them up and brgin them into bed with me so I wouldn’t have to let them go.
How can these babies I hold soeday be men? And how will I help them get there?
For now I’ll just enjoy my babies.
Twenty-one is still a long way off.
Q for you: How do you imagine your life in twenty years time?