Days gone past

This evening we were gathered at my parents to celebrate my sister's birthday; can't believe my little sister is 34!  My mother had pulled out old photo albums  to reminisce, but it immediately turned into who looks like who.  We always notice in old pictures of my dad how much my brother looks like him, but now we also notice how all the next generation looks like their ancestors.
My sister then said something profound, "It won't be long and the kids will be looking at our pictures and will have no idea what the things are in the picture with us."
Immediately I remembered when I'd look at pictures of my parents or grandparents when they were younger and it seeming all foreign to me.  And now if you look at my baby pictures I can see how they would seem foreign: the style of the 70's/80's, the grainy/sepia colour of the film, old cars or obsolete items like rotary phones with cords.
As always when we get together, my siblings and I, we like to tell stories and laugh; taking turns picking on each other.
In a final heart warming dose of nostalgia we enjoyed my sister's traditional birthday dessert, Pistachio Ice Cream cake, my Nana's recipe; each bite taking us back to basking in her love.
Even though I seem like an old fool basking in the past I can't help but do it often; there's comfort and strength wading in the waters of the familiar past.