Perspective

Harper and HeatherThe ceaseless passage of time is unrelenting and often disorienting.  But sometimes the passing years bring a kind of gradual, organic change that is only shocking when viewed telescopically. 

Today is my sister’s birthday.  I vividly remember many of her childhood birthdays, like one in 1984 when I received a 45RPM record of Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl”.  (It was customary in my family for the non-birthday sibling to be given some small gift to avoid feeling left out.)  I also distinctly recall her 16th birthday, which almost feels like it was yesterday to me, where I think my mom’s enthusiasm exceeded my sister’s.  I know she really, really wanted a car.

So, thinking back this way, where even a quarter of a century can pass in the blink of an eye, the changes wrought by time seem overwhelming.  But if you had asked me at my sister’s tenth birthday party if I thought she’d be a married mother of two in her mid-30s, I’d probably have said I did. 

Happy birthday, Heather.