We know. We know, Mom. It was before us.
These are words I hear from my youngest boys sometimes, because my husband and I share a little secret life with these two in the photo. It is mostly just impressions and faded pictures in their minds, but as clear as day to me. See, we lived before this life. Before this Utah life.
We lived under palm trees and in friendly traffic. We lived in 800 square feet. We lived with a little lemon tree in the back yard. We lived on warm sand and on hot sidewalks. We lived behind graffiti. We lived across the street from a waving black man, and next door to an eccentric Japanese woman. We lived in morning fog. We lived with strollers and diapers and car seats. We lived.
And though occasional reflection leaves out #3 and #4, I remember and value those years as the time Geo and I got acquainted with each other through experience in a big city, raising these first two sons. There was struggle and celebration during that little secret life.