Peggy and I are back in Lake Charles this weekend. We just decided we needed to get away for a couple of days, and nothing helps Peggy relax like endless hours by the pool followed by endless hours in front of a slot machine.

I am up in our room at the hotel — a suite this time due to L’Auberge largesse — and a picture popped up on my computer from ten years ago. Here is the picture:

This is a picture from my son’s eighth grade play (yes, that makeup and costume were created by eighth-graders — unbelievable). The show was incredible and he was even incredibler. Truly the king of the forest.

It got me started thinking about how quickly time passes. When that picture was taken, my mother had been dead for less than a year. Peggy’s parents both attended the production. A little over two years later her father would pass away. Her mother is now dealing with Alzheimer’s disease.

We lived in the same town we live in now but in a different house. We moved into our house that summer, so we have been living in our house for almost ten years. I have never lived in a house that long in my entire life. I have changed employers twice since this picture was taken. My son has graduated from LSU and is now three years into his professional life.

I remember every detail of that play. Peggy was the choreographer, so she and Mike were at rehearsal for hours. I would sneak up to the school to watch them both work. Mike was running track at the same time, so I would take him to the meets and then we would hustle back to the school for rehearsals. It just doesn’t seem possible that it was ten years ago.

But it was.

Earlier this week I was scanning old photographs of our lives, but I didn’t come across this one from the play — most of the pictures I was looking at were much older. It is even harder to believe how long ago those memories took place.

Time truly flies. We must be having fun!