We bought Lyla a twin bed. She's pretty psyched.
It will likely be the last bed we buy her, meaning that once she leaves for college, this bed might still be in her room. Possibly she'll finish college and come back for the bed and move it into her first apartment. Who knows?
I compulsively look forward, and tonight I'm typing this as the future me, peering back on today. "Man, Julie, do you remember the day we bought her that bed?"
"And now she's--" She's what? She's off to law school? She's moving back home indefinitely? She's pregnant with her second out-of-wedlock child? My mind goes places it would rather avoid.
Photographs capture the here and now. They remind the mind of where it should remain. Not 12 years from now when we wonder what she and her boyfriend are doing in there. The tucked in here and now.
Here's what Oliver will never be told: my Grandpa died in his bed.
ReplyDeleteIt's is probably helpful to clarify here that we bought a twin mattress for my Grandpa when he moved into assisted living. He died in that bed. We then used the mattress for Oliver's first big-boy bed.
Yeah, no, it's still weird.