"I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled...."

A few years ago, when I was still in high school, I made a Mother's Day framed photo collage for my mom with pictures of her with us when we were babies and when we were older. I bought the materials to do one for my dad as well, but I ran out of time to complete it before I moved away. I decided that on this trip I would finally have the time to make it up to him, and finished his Father's Day photo collage yesterday. Going through old photo albums was kind of a shock to my system. I've finally gotten to the point in my life where I can appreciate that once my parents were young and in love (and they still are in love, bless them) and that I was an incomprehensible miraculous and unexpected addition to their young lives. I'm 21. My dad was 21 when he got married. My dad was 26 when I was born. That's really not that far off.



It's hard to imagine that that's my dad, aged 26. What an amazing photograph. My parents have always been amazing parents. I look back at photos of them when I was born and to some extent when my sister was born and see people not much older than I am experiencing some incomprehensible joy from the fact that I entered their lives. I've never really been crazy about kids, but maybe if I had one of my own... Could I feel that kind of intense love and joy? Will I one day see Trevor curled up on a couch with a baby in his arms looking as content as a person could possibly be?

It's unsettling, and very moving, and I'm not sure how to feel. What incredible people my parents were and are.