A letter

Those were the days….and so are these!

In Home in Virginia on February 14, 2012 at 6:09 pm

Well friend, I got a card in the mail last week, the front of the card said, “Those were the days…”, and the inside of the card said, “and so are these.”  I had tears streaming by the time I finished the last phrase.  Why did it hit the middle of my heart like a bullseye? Because it’s true. Also, because I probably tend to live on the side of the phrase, “those were the days” more than the “so are these” side.  I can’t stop thinking about that phrase.  It’s like it got tattooed on my arm.  I am not sure who said it first, but I am adopting it as my motto for life.  It’s a great reminder for my soul.  In regards to the “those are the days side” (as if I need more of a chance to be more reminiscent than I already am) I am thinking today about Valentines Days from long ago. We really went all out.  And by all out, I mean ALL OUT!  I could so use me a party like that right now.  I want some pink leggings, red shoes, heart shirts, and larger than life heart posters, not to forget our awesome heart headbands made my us, truely!!! I could definitely use a heart sugar cookie, or two or three, and really want to dance my rear-end off with no care in the world. Those really were the days.  Note quite as long ago, I surprised my love with a surprise show-up-at-his-school-unannounced, surprise in Portland, OR.  That was where I learned just  how much David doesn’t like surprises.  Since his birthday falls on the 12th, and of course Valentines is on the 14th, it was a kill two birds with one stone surprise trip.  I was so proud of myself, being terrible at things like that.  I had to do so much detective work to know, what time to show up, at which building, on a campus I knew nothing about.  Those were the days.  Young love, hearts pounding, smittenly head over heels in love, on Valentines Day, days.

In reagards to the “and so are these” half, I have realized I wouldn’t want to not have this half.  Though, especially in this season, I yearn for some of the “those were the days” moments, I would be missing so much with out this half of the equation.  With out the these,  I wouldn’t be cleaning up poopy underware and throw up, checking temperatures, or administering various meds and popsicles for sickness.  Not sad about that, but it would also mean, I wouldn’t have my two boys who I ADORE with all my heart.  That would be sad.  I wouldn’t like pink grapefruit Perrier.  That would be sad.  I wouldn’t have become a wine and food snob.  That would be sad.  I wouldn’t know what older than “young love” is like.  It’s wonderful.  I wouldn’t be sharing my Hubs with the law school paper that is due, while sitting alone in Virginia Beach eating Harris Teeter Chipoltle Tortilla Soup and writing you. But, we wouldn’t be living this great adventure that we were destined to live either.  I miss my man tonight.  But, I am glad we have the “and so are these” things in life.  I rented a, (probably horrible) chick flick to watch and take many a deep breaths after such a long day of treachery!  It will be good.  And, we are scheming for a V-day when we will do something insanely romantic in the near future.  I am glad I have a Valentine, and that I have our life right now.  Those really were the days, and, so are these.

Hope your day is panning out like you planned,
Love, Bep

First messy hair day ever, possible because he has enough hair!!!

Happy Valentines.

Cutest Buns in the entire world. He'll hate me when he's older!

Toots hat from uncle duncle.

While Mom and Rach were here.


  1. I love reading about your life, Bep. You’re such a great mom and sweet woman. 🙂

  2. what a thing to remember. “those were the days, and so are these.” seriously. love you bep. the pic of leon’s messy hair! hahaha.

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