I am suggesting today an idea I read on another blog (the happiness project), which I thought was wonderful. Keep a daily one sentence journal. It can be more if you want, but try for one. Life is so short and memories can be fleeting. Write those highlights of your life down to remind yourself someday of the things you never want to lose, when you are in one of those "Where has the time gone" moods. You will thank yourself.
The year: 1974. 2 1/2 year old Jason at a dewy military Easter Sunrise Service at Walter Reed. When the Colorguard marched in he yelled, "Look, Clowns." Then he noticed a nightcrawler in the grass and let everyone around him know, "Snake, Snake!" while he pummeled it with a church bulletin. We left early, but we clearly thought he was brilliant.
18 month old Ben squatting over the vacuum on pudgy toddler legs and observing as I vacuumed up after a meal. "Look, Mom, crumbs dance." Sheer poetry. They do dance for vacuums.
18 month old Katie, a year later, singing "Sunshine on my shoulders"....she had the words down, even though she wasn't even able to talk much yet.
Priceless memories. Write yours down. You can thank me later.
Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
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