"Thirty-six," largely due to my younger brother's news, has been a year of nostalgia so far for me. Each year now seems to fly by faster than the one before, and maybe because 2013 has had me looking both forward and backward even more than usual, I feel like I've lost track of this one somewhere along the way. While I was home for my birthday in May, my sister-in-law announced her pregnancy. When I went home in September, it was for the autumn-themed baby shower. And next month's visit will find my younger brother now a parent. I remember riding the hopital elevator up to the maternity unit the day he was born in 1982. The next time I was visiting my hometown hospital's maternity unit, it was 2004 and my older brother had just become a dad. And didn't all these things happen just yesterday? No, really. I don't understand anymore how time passes. Lately the scene in Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little Town on the Prairie keeps coming to mind in which Mrs. Bradley makes everyone in attendance cry on musical literary night by singing "Backward, turn backward, Oh Time in thy flight. Make me a child again, just for tonight." Picture me here pulling out my handkerchief along with Laura and Ma. My younger brother is days away from being a dad. Those who served as my former elementary school's principal, custodian, and secretary while I was a student there have all died this past year. And all of this while I continue write, little by little, a memoir of my 1980s childhood. "Those were nice years," my dad said of that time while I was home in September. "You kids were all still pretty young, and Papa and Grandma were still alive. . . ." My heart was almost too full to respond to him then, and it feels full-to-bursting now as I picture my once-Pound-Puppies-and-Connect-Four-loving brother with his wife and baby beside him this Thanksgiving. "They were such good years," was all I managed to get out to Dad, and I want to pause here tonight and just sit quietly and look at my favorite pictures from this fall before any more of it passes passes and say "Thank You." Because these are good years too.