This past weekend was wonderful! My daughter turned six and I was so happy to see her light up with joy and excitement this weekend. She had her party, which she enjoyed immensely. We took her out to dinner and an evening show of the Nutcracker ballet for the first time, which she thought was neat. She was amazed at all the little girl ballerinas. She has always loved that story, so it helped make the ballet come alive for her. Seeing the whole weekend through her eyes was so sweet and poignant. What happy memories we made – and memories, that’s what we have of the past, isn’t it? Even though those are imperfect things, those memories, it’s what gives us the grounding for our today’s.
Do you ever think about how we shade our memories, how they are never quite the way something actually happened but still, they are all that we have? I know how I remember this weekend… how will she? What are the differences? Do the differences matter?
Trust me to get all introspective at moments like this, I suppose. The joy of the holidays and the making of happy memories is so powerful to me. I just want to savor every bit of it.
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