|Balloons at BlogHer, 8/6/2010|
We mark things by dates in this house, dates and years. The big and the small milestones – wedding anniversaries, the day we got our cat, the birthdays and deaths of those we loved – they’re all cause for acknowledgement, remembrance, and oftentimes, a piece of cake.
This weekend is one such marker of time. Today is two years since I started this blog, which is both hard to believe and yet, it really does seem like it has been two years and 833 published posts later. (There’s 987 posts, if we’re counting the ones written and half-written that are lingering in Drafts.)
I don’t have that “Oh my God, I’ve been writing this blog for two years,” feeling. It’s more like, “Cool, I’ve actually been doing some form of fairly regular writing for two years … and have met some really great people and had some wonderful experiences and opportunities because of it!”
Tomorrow’s anniversary is a little bit more unfathomable to me. Maybe because it is a significant number, maybe because of all that has happened since.
Tomorrow is 20 years since then-Phillies pitcher Terry Mulholland pitched a no-hitter, which The Husband and I happened to witness and be part of because of it being our first date. The no-hitter was a nice milestone for Mr. Mulholland (one that he himself acknowledged in an autographed photo presented to The Husband at his bachelor party, held – where else? – at the same stadium where that game took place.) It was also a little event that commenced a game full of home runs, grand slams, foul balls, strikeouts, wins and losses, one that would go into extra-innings for the next two decades and hopefully, beyond.
So, as my blogiversary gift to you, my wonderful readers (never would I have imagined that over 200 people would willingly want to read these ramblings!), here’s that very first post that started it all two years ago.
It’s About Time (8/14/2008)
For someone who has wanted to be a writer since kindergarten and who has a milestone birthday beginning with the number 4 next spring, it’s about time that I started a blog.
And so I have, beginning with this post.
Every so often, we get subtle (and not so subtle) reminders of just how quickly life is passing by. (It sounds cliche-ish, and it is, but in tribute to Randy Pausch, it fits.) I was thinking about that on my drive home tonight because tomorrow marks one of those milestones.
Tomorrow is 18 years since former Phillies’ player Terry Mullholland pitched a no-hitter at the former Veteran’s Stadium. For two college students in the 700 level near the Pepsi sign, August 15, 1990 was a first date, made possible by free tickets from a package of Phillies Franks.
In the 18 years since, Terry Mullholland retired from baseball. Those college kids got married. Veteran’s Stadium became a parking lot. The newlyweds became vegetarians, then homeowners, then professionals with retirement plans. And oh yeah … parents. Peanut [Betty] and Boo have been now been here longer than it took us to get them here.
Eighteen years is a really long time – and yet sometimes, that Phillies game seems like it was a couple weeks ago. What it really is is a reminder that life ain’t slowin’ down anytime soon.
So, it’s time to start writing again and while doing so, try to chronicle these next 18 years before they, too, become part of our glory days.
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