Down the Road

This morning I got in the car for the long drive to Massachusetts to visit my son. This is his 30th birthday weekend. It boggles my mind, that 30 years have past, since the birth of this wonderful child. Where did the time go? How could he be 30, when I am only 25. In my mind, I feel as young as I did on the day he was born. As I drove up Interstate 95, a flood of memories came back to me. I remember sitting in the back seat with him, feeding him oatmeal, as we took our first trip upstate. When we passed Rye, NY, I remember taking him there when he was 5 years old and watching him eat pink cotton candy for the first time. He got it all over himself and it was so funny that I just had to take a picture. I remember the Aquarium in Mystic Connecticut, when he was 15. The further we went, the more recent the flashbacks were. I see him sitting in the back seat of the car on the day we took him to college. He did not want to go to an out of town college, but I knew that it was the best thing for him, and forced him to go. I guess I was right. He met his wife there, and relocated after he graduated. It dawned on me how fast the years have passed and that every moment of our life is precious.