For years, the sidewalk in front of our house was uneven. My parents planted a tree when they first bought the house, and its roots lifted the sidewalk's concrete. I remember learning how to jump the bump with my skates when I was a little boy. I played with my action figures on the sidewalk, and the bump was a part of the setting.

The house had many renovations through the years, but the bump in the sidewalk remained. Seeing as something that was not our business to fix, but also as something that didn't really bothered anyone in almost 30 years. Every neighbor that used the sidewalk knew the bump was there. Every kid that ever played there, that ran to and from home, every dog that meandered around, every cat that begged for food, every ant that ever used the bump as bridge to our front lawn. They all knew the bump in the sidewalk. It was a part of every day life. 

Yesterday, in my 36th birthday, the bump was fixed by municipal workers. From removing the old concrete to setting the new one, all done in a flash. We knew they intended to fix it, to prevent being sued, of course. What I didn't expect was that it'd be done on my birthday. And that I would miss that bump so much.

It seems like everything can change, even the things that seem will never do. Being less that 2 weeks away from my wedding, and having a mix of excitement and nervousness (but never cold feet), I find myself longing for some things to stay the same.