A drizzly Monday morning after a long, full weekend sure makes it hard to get going. So many good things now stored in my memory:
Lots of pool volleyball - Water, laughing, sunshine, all ages, wet hair and sunglasses.
Good food shared - Pot luck food always tastes better. And the smell of hamburgers on the grill when you're climbing out of the pool, can't be beat.
Friends - Old and new. So amazing how friends from the past mix with new friends. How we all have things in common and yet bring something new to the gathering.
Young people - Kids home from college and the world, turned into adults before our eyes. Seeing that look when they take a beer from the cooler to have a drink with their old chaperones. Sitting with them and talking late into the night, because as they've gotten older, we've gotten wiser.
Fireworks - Exploding on every side, because that's just what we do when we're happy.
Church - Singing "America" and crying, because that's just what I do when I'm happy.
Monday morning - Thinking about the weekend and enjoying it all over again.
Good memories don't just happen, someone has to buy the hotdogs.
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As long as I have known her,twenty years, my husband's Mom has been talking about memories. It bothered me for a long while, why is she living in the past, I wondered. My parents never speak about the past. They never reminisce.
What we have done forms who we are - a mom, a friend, a counselor who sees the fruit of their invovlment in a child's life, a Christian who has seen God work in their life, an American who values their country.
Through memories we learn, we change, we value, we celebrate. thanks Kay, for the memories.
Wow,Lauren, some great thoughts on why memories are important. Thanks for sharing!
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