The mailman stopped by our mailbox a few minutes ago, and Rosebud ran out to see what he left for us.
Nothing special. A catalog, a credit card offer, and a college brochure. If there's something I miss from our Amish years, it's the interesting mail we used to get.
Everything landed in the trash, including the catalog, which made me feel a little sad as another wave of nostalgia swept over me.
Not so long ago, catalogs were greeted with enthusiasm. Rosebud and Sunbeam would go through them and cut out the pictures of furniture, bedding, food, and clothes. Especially the clothes. They each had a family of paper dolls, which were simply pictures of people found in catalogs.
I can't even begin to count the hours they occupied themselves playing with their make believe world filled with paper people and possessions. Creating homes for their families. Visiting each other, working, playing, laughing.
If I had kept track of the time, I'm sure it would have added up to years.
It was their choice of pass time from the time Rosebud learned how to wield a pair of scissors with any amount of skill, until only a year or so ago.
They flipped through the catalog a little bit before it landed in the trash. "This would have made a great paper doll catalog," they remarked before going on their merry way of working on a craft project. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
I'm enjoying every day, but some days it's harder than others seeing how fast time is flying by. How fast our children are growing up. I'm reminded of how soon today will be only a fond memory, and I want to make the most of it while it is here.