And THAT is the one!
I'm trying to remember my most favorite memory. The one that makes me warm and fuzzy and tingly all over. And I just can't quite put my finger on what that memory is. So let's start with the list of maybes and maybe it will jostle the memory cells into high gear:
Most Obvious: Birth of my son. So yeah, this is a memory. A painful, drawn out one that involved hospitals, epidurals, stitches, crying, and overall shock that I actually gave birth to something. And even though that someone is perfect and wonderful, it ain't quite a perfect memory.
Second Most Obvious: Wedding Day. And this is right up there in the memory list. All the hurried, rabid preparations finally in full swing. Yanking, pulling, fixing, and primping for hours before the big day and the final walk down the aisle. Seeing my soon-to-be husband tearing (and then all-out crying) in what I hope is happiness at the alter. Definitely a keeper that memory... but not standing out as the favorite. There were too many people demanding my time and attention for me to fully relax.
Right up there at number 3: The first, " Luv you" from the kiddo. This needs to explanation. It melted my heart (and still does).
Somewhere in the top 5: The day I Landing an Agent. Yes this is a new memory and one that sorta isn't exactly a memory but more of an accomplishment but they all run together anyway. This fiction thing has been a dream of mine since.... forever. And when you see how the odds are stacked against you getting noticed for something like fiction writing? When you DO get some validation, it is a great feeling. And that feeling retains the memory. And even though I got an e-mail and not a call like all the resources say you do, it is a lasting memory. At work. Pinning about some miserable project and there it was. THE E-MAIL. And part of a dream realized. But... is this important enough for the favorite memory title? Not really.
Also in the top 5: That one morning when son was still a baby. This one is easy. We were still in the after-birth glow. Kiddo was 4 weeks old. Lying in a bouncy seat after an early (early) morning feeding. The 4/4:30ish one that he had every morning and didn't quite like to go back to sleep for me--even after I nursed him every hour and a half ALL night long. But that particular day, he did drift back into sleepness and quickly. Being dog-tired and close to exhaustion I strapped him in the bouncy chair and set it on vibrate--if I could only get 1 more hour of continuous sleep... and I turned to husband. Who was amazingly awake and alert. Did I spend that hour sleeping? Nope. Instead we snuggled watching our new child sleep. In something close to awe and gratefulness.
Likely in the top 10: 8th grade play. Lead and solo. I loved that act. Alvin the Chipmunk was I. Microphone in hand I danced and sang and felt wonderful. Even with the standing ovation.
definitely in top 10: Milwaukee Bucks vs. Detroit Pistons Game in Milwaukee (entire weekend). Wasn't anything fantastic about it. Just me, hubby, and 2 close friends watching basketball, bar hopping, and acting like we were 21 all over again.
In the top 20: That one slow dance in high school. Yeah boy crush. Platonic. Last song of the night. It's that feeling you had deep in the pit of your stomach. The fluttering... THAT feeling.
Also in the 20s: Lunches at K-Mart with my grandparents. I grew up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. In my pre-teens entertainment consisted of the weekend trip to the mall in Marquette with my parents. And this was also family time. So the grandparents would travel *into town* for the day. After shopping, begging for new clothes, and maybe a book, we'd find ourselves in the K-mart cafeteria for lunch. And talking. And some one on one grandparent time while mom and dad finished up the shopping.
And ahhh... here it is-- Numero Uno. THE memory--that is favorite on the list, would have to be the camping trip on the shores of Lake Superior. Hubby and I were only boyfriend and girlfriend at the time (college days) and were looking to get away on a Friday. In under 20 minutes we'd thrown the tent, sleeping bags, a change of clothes, and food/beverages into the cooler and were off to the local state park. And the memory is actually of that next morning. Lying next to each other and listening to the waves slosh against the shore. I had never in my life felt more relaxed, calm and at peace. Hell, I could argue that even today. In fact if I close my eyes now I can still hear those waves and feel THAT feeling in the pit of my stomach. And it was more that flutters. WAY more than flutters.
Now it's your turn. Favorite Memories to share?
Most Obvious: Birth of my son. So yeah, this is a memory. A painful, drawn out one that involved hospitals, epidurals, stitches, crying, and overall shock that I actually gave birth to something. And even though that someone is perfect and wonderful, it ain't quite a perfect memory.
Second Most Obvious: Wedding Day. And this is right up there in the memory list. All the hurried, rabid preparations finally in full swing. Yanking, pulling, fixing, and primping for hours before the big day and the final walk down the aisle. Seeing my soon-to-be husband tearing (and then all-out crying) in what I hope is happiness at the alter. Definitely a keeper that memory... but not standing out as the favorite. There were too many people demanding my time and attention for me to fully relax.
Right up there at number 3: The first, " Luv you" from the kiddo. This needs to explanation. It melted my heart (and still does).
Somewhere in the top 5: The day I Landing an Agent. Yes this is a new memory and one that sorta isn't exactly a memory but more of an accomplishment but they all run together anyway. This fiction thing has been a dream of mine since.... forever. And when you see how the odds are stacked against you getting noticed for something like fiction writing? When you DO get some validation, it is a great feeling. And that feeling retains the memory. And even though I got an e-mail and not a call like all the resources say you do, it is a lasting memory. At work. Pinning about some miserable project and there it was. THE E-MAIL. And part of a dream realized. But... is this important enough for the favorite memory title? Not really.
Also in the top 5: That one morning when son was still a baby. This one is easy. We were still in the after-birth glow. Kiddo was 4 weeks old. Lying in a bouncy seat after an early (early) morning feeding. The 4/4:30ish one that he had every morning and didn't quite like to go back to sleep for me--even after I nursed him every hour and a half ALL night long. But that particular day, he did drift back into sleepness and quickly. Being dog-tired and close to exhaustion I strapped him in the bouncy chair and set it on vibrate--if I could only get 1 more hour of continuous sleep... and I turned to husband. Who was amazingly awake and alert. Did I spend that hour sleeping? Nope. Instead we snuggled watching our new child sleep. In something close to awe and gratefulness.
Likely in the top 10: 8th grade play. Lead and solo. I loved that act. Alvin the Chipmunk was I. Microphone in hand I danced and sang and felt wonderful. Even with the standing ovation.
definitely in top 10: Milwaukee Bucks vs. Detroit Pistons Game in Milwaukee (entire weekend). Wasn't anything fantastic about it. Just me, hubby, and 2 close friends watching basketball, bar hopping, and acting like we were 21 all over again.
In the top 20: That one slow dance in high school. Yeah boy crush. Platonic. Last song of the night. It's that feeling you had deep in the pit of your stomach. The fluttering... THAT feeling.
Also in the 20s: Lunches at K-Mart with my grandparents. I grew up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. In my pre-teens entertainment consisted of the weekend trip to the mall in Marquette with my parents. And this was also family time. So the grandparents would travel *into town* for the day. After shopping, begging for new clothes, and maybe a book, we'd find ourselves in the K-mart cafeteria for lunch. And talking. And some one on one grandparent time while mom and dad finished up the shopping.
And ahhh... here it is-- Numero Uno. THE memory--that is favorite on the list, would have to be the camping trip on the shores of Lake Superior. Hubby and I were only boyfriend and girlfriend at the time (college days) and were looking to get away on a Friday. In under 20 minutes we'd thrown the tent, sleeping bags, a change of clothes, and food/beverages into the cooler and were off to the local state park. And the memory is actually of that next morning. Lying next to each other and listening to the waves slosh against the shore. I had never in my life felt more relaxed, calm and at peace. Hell, I could argue that even today. In fact if I close my eyes now I can still hear those waves and feel THAT feeling in the pit of my stomach. And it was more that flutters. WAY more than flutters.
Now it's your turn. Favorite Memories to share?
