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I don’t know what memory I would keep. I’ve had so many good memories, but sometimes the bad, painful memories take center stage in my mind. It is difficult at times to push those bad memories to the back of my mind and my heart, but I try. I often find myself thinking of the good memories more and more, especially now as I’m getting older.
Time is precious and fleeting. As a kid, I remember feeling that the school year passed by so slowly while the summers passed by so quickly. In my days, school let out before Memorial Day and we didn’t go back until the Tuesday after Labor Day. We had a full three months off.
Now summers are shorter, the school year is longer, and time is just flying by! Just last week (not really, but it seems like it), I was spending some time with my three nieces. And now, today, it’s the 3rd of October!
But regardless of what day it is, I strive to make memorable memories every day. For example, I remember my high school and college graduations. I remember the first story I covered for the newspaper I worked at, and I remember carrying camera equipment for a television news reporter thru Fat Man’s Squeeze at Rock City when I interned at a local TV station during my senior year in college.
I remember my first date with Mike, who is now my husband. It lasted for 12 hours and it was the best date ever. I also remember our date where we played pine cone baseball. I’m the luckiest girl in the world because he still asks me out on dates! I remember my wedding day, as well as my wedding night (wink wink)! I also remember the anniversary trips that my husband and I took to Key West (2009) and to Las Vegas (2013).
I remember flipping and wrecking my car as I was on the way to the first day of my new job as the Public Relations Director of a Christian university. I also remember day I was told by one of my supervisors that I am “freakin’ awesome and we’re lucky to have hired you!”
I also remember where I was when I was told that my grandpa Howard passed, and when my Grandpa Lashlee passed, and then when my Grandma Lashlee passed. I will also never forget the day I was told that my best friend, Vanessa Bell, had died in a car accident. All of these are sad memories, but they gave some of the warmest, lovingest memories that I will forever hold dear and near to my heart.
Lots of memories, both good and bad, but memories that I will cherish and recount time and time again.
So if you could keep one memory, what would it be? I’d love to hear about your most memorable memory. Please leave your comments below!
Have a great weekend!
