Memories, plain when they happen, are grand when they return.
If we could see each moment spectacular while we were living it, we wouldn’t have to wait for the memory to remind us of its greatness. Peel back the layers of plain, to find the ripe fruit of living in the moment.
Endless trips to the soccer field, teenagers who never clean their rooms, a crying baby in your grocery cart, of tending to a sick loved one. The next stage of life lurks.
Yet, when it arrives, we seek the years back.
Missing Noah, I remember the hospital fondly. Located five minutes from my apartment, I’d wake, dashing to drive through the drive-thru I’d order my latte and Noah’s coffee, black. Arriving with breakfast tacos, his, “Hi, Mom!” stronger than my caffeine to start my day.
I’ve learned (finally) one of keys to life. Being grateful for what we have right now. Think on it. Children who love you, family, friends, a good job, trees in your backyard, the bench you drink coffee on, prayer, running, the woods, Noah in recovery, your dog. Whatever makes you happy. That is what to say ‘thank you’ for and feel (in-your-bones) thank you for. When we do this, we bring more things to be thankful for into our lives. Like attracts like and moments of good feelings cause more moments of good feelings to happen. Memories are made.