For months and months I've been jotting down memories.
Every once in a while something will remind me of a time when I was younger and I'd reminisce for a while and then the memory would be gone. I didn't like the thought of losing my memories, so I started jotting them down with the intent of writing them out.
So here I go, the first trip down memory lane:
My sister-in-law went to England last year for a week and while she was gone I took care of two of her four kids. One of them, Enoch, was only a year old and he was the easiest to take care of. I had to check up on him every few minutes just to make sure he hadn't pulled the bookshelf ontop of himself or discovered that our toilet was just as magical as the one at his house. But other than that, it was easy-breezy!
My fifteen-year-old sister was living with us at the time and she came home one day from school a little pink in the face from the walk home. Enoch was standing in the living room doing who knows what when she walked in, and when he saw her he paused for a second as she smiled and said hello to him. Immediately, he ran to her, literally ran, smiling with his arms outstretched and she scooped him up, just beaming, and hugged him and said hello.
She just loved it, and I loved watching it.
Every once in a while something will remind me of a time when I was younger and I'd reminisce for a while and then the memory would be gone. I didn't like the thought of losing my memories, so I started jotting them down with the intent of writing them out.
So here I go, the first trip down memory lane:
My sister-in-law went to England last year for a week and while she was gone I took care of two of her four kids. One of them, Enoch, was only a year old and he was the easiest to take care of. I had to check up on him every few minutes just to make sure he hadn't pulled the bookshelf ontop of himself or discovered that our toilet was just as magical as the one at his house. But other than that, it was easy-breezy!
My fifteen-year-old sister was living with us at the time and she came home one day from school a little pink in the face from the walk home. Enoch was standing in the living room doing who knows what when she walked in, and when he saw her he paused for a second as she smiled and said hello to him. Immediately, he ran to her, literally ran, smiling with his arms outstretched and she scooped him up, just beaming, and hugged him and said hello.
She just loved it, and I loved watching it.
I'm so glad I found your blog!! I am your newest stalker. That is precious! I like the idea of writing out memories! I just made a memory box fro my grandparents. It was so special looking through memories and I'm sure our children will love to look through ours one day too.
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