Too Young for Nostalgia

On Saturday we went to the bookstore to buy a new calendar. Then on our bike ride today Lila and I talked about recent events and the change of year. She’s been very interested in it. She thought it was the absolute height if wit when on New Year’s Eve we put her to bed and said we would see her next year. She had a puzzled look on her face for an instant then laughed and repeated the joke a couple of times (and then muffed it the next day, when of course, it no longer worked).
Today as we rolled down Grand Avenue between Burlingame and San Mateo, just tooling around, she adopted a wistful tone and said, “I miss 2008,” then paused, and sounding resolute added, “but we’ve got to move on.”