Today the pool opened for the summer, and--just as every year--it seems like we were just there five minutes ago. The months in between last summer and this have not exactly been blank. My mother died last December, and it something I still have to wrap my mind around. And yet, walking in, I heard one mom say to another, "Well, here we are again." Over the years I've come to know a fair number of the kids there by name, and still more by sight. From one season to the next, bellies expand with new babies, or the baby who was barely sitting up last summer is running about on pudgy legs; or the little girl who looked like a string bean last summer is now filling out her swimsuit. All these things seem to happen in a matter of seconds, as if life is some kind of time-lapse photography trick. Which, in a way, it is.
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