First of many times
Yesterday my little bro Dan graduated from Grandville Highschool. I was so proud of him, naturally as he's my lil homie, but sitting with our extended family, his two mom's and dad's, his other sister Alexis (step-sister) and we were all talking about the past, I noticed more of a kinship with my parents then I usually do. I was reminiscing about my high school graduation and realized it was the first of many times my life would be defined by what was happening to those I love, not just what is happening to me. I felt "old" so to speak, but it was a poignant, slow moving feeling more akin to a combination of pride and the inevitability that I can't control time or shape my lil universe exactly how I like it. There's rare moments that I feel passing through me that define my life, not the every day stuff that keeps me going. One of my friends has a photo album named "In between the big stuff" and that is exactly how I feel right now...