“True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by.”— E.S. Bouton
There are so many “precious things” that are presented to us each day; discoveries and treasures found in simple moments, memories we wish to store in our hearts and keep with us forever.
What precious things have you gathered in 2013?
Which memories from this year do you wish to keep with you always?
I was driving to the grocery store this morning. Stuffed up, head aching, body throbbing and my mind wishing I was back at home, curled up under the covers and pretending that the cold air doesn’t seep in through my window next to my bed to make me shiver even when I added a layer. Or two.
It was one of those times that I’m on autopilot; I get to where I’m going though I don’t remember the trip. I must have passed tree after tree, countless bare branches stark grey and slowly moving in the frigid wind, when it dawned on me that I can’t remember when they turned from glorious orange and yellow and red and green to colorless and blah.
I thought about how it just isn’t fair that a week ago we were sweating as we twirled fake evergreen garland around the columns that flank our front door, yet today there’s ice clinging to my windshield wipers.
Such is life, I realized, that every day is filled with sweet and important and poignant and silly and reflective and never-to-be-repeated moments that I forget once the next starts. If I had the foresight—and the time and the energy—to keep track of every sweet smile, every kind word, every ordinary miracle that fill my days and create the tapestry of this life, I’d have volumes of journals lining the walls on bookshelves made to hold nuggets of a lifetime well lived.
But I don’t. My heart swells in the moment and I tell myself ‘remember this’ but then days like today come and remind me that so many of the ordinary memories—the ones I love the most—are fleeting. They come and they go so quickly that I can barely catch my breath.
Which memories do I want to keep with me always?
I think about hanging stockings last weekend, and how out of habit I hung only three; one for each of my babies, but not one for myself. I think about how my girl—no longer a baby, of course—walked to the storage tote, took my stocking out, and rearranged the three to make them four. Boys on the left, girls on the right.
I think about the random phone calls from my college guy, especially the ones that are for no particular reason. I think about the hour on Sunday mornings that my middle guy and I sneak away for donuts and chat about legos and dragons and books he loves but I don’t get. I think of nights like Friday, when the two youngest said ‘mom, keep driving’ after a night of Christmas light touring, when ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ came on the radio, and how they beamed and declared me ‘so cool’ when I not only drove past our street but cranked the radio and sang along.
There are so many that I can’t keep track, and for that I am so grateful.
And…because I’ve been sick and not posting, I’m doubling up and adding the photo prompt from day 7:
#reverb13 Day 7: Reveal your self(ie)
Please post your favourite picture of yourself from 2013, self-portrait or otherwise!
This is me, this past month, giddy over our Listen to Your Mother: KC announcement. Still giddy, but rethinking the selfie.
I’m thankful to Kat McNally and the Project Reverb team for providing prompts for #reverb13. If you’re unfamiliar with the phenomenon that is #reverb, you can read about it at Kat’s place. I plan to participate as much as possible this year, and I’m excited to see Kat’s prompts pop up in my inbox each day. It’s never too late to join, if you’re so inclined.