That summer, I was away from my parents for an extended period and made life-long friends and life-long memories.
That’s also the summer that Prince William was born. I remember the speculation about his name. I also remember thinking that Princess Diana was only six years older than me and she was already a mother.
This summer, my son is 15 years old, and I don’t think he’s particularly interested that Prince William is now a father.
But I can’t help but appreciate the synchronicity.
I also can’t help but note how quickly time flies.
But the arrival of a new baby is always the best reminder that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
And that always make me smile.
Day 17: A Royal Birth Day 16: Creative Kids