The first post of 2009...8 days in. I already have a sense of "where have those 8 days gone?" Is that going to be a telling truth of how fast this year will go? Or the next 5?
I have high blogging hopes for this year, my hopes are to continue to share in life with all of you through the highs and lows. One of my hopes is to put some more vulnerable thoughts out here about all things life to learn and gain your insight or wisdom. I have many blogger mentors that write in amazing ways that make me laugh and just put it all out there. I love it. AnyMommy , InstaMom and MiniVanMom are some of my favorite! And honestly I want to be them. Kinda weird, I know. But it is the truth. I want to write like them. Make somebody a thousand miles away laugh. Or be able to share in life so that it makes somebody not feel so alone during a certain season. That is what these women do for me.
So I purpose a toast of sparkling grape juice (although I would prefer a Mudslide from Granite City Brewery, but I am not picky) to a new year in life and on the blog world.
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The year of turning 30 for Heath has brought on a lot of "age" and "time" conversations in the last 8 days. Last night we had a very in depth discussion about memories and what we remember. I shared with Heath that there are so many times in the moment that I know without a doubt that I will remember the exact feeling I am having in that situation. It could be a big event like a special family adventure or could be as simple as eating breakfast at 6 in the morning to start my day with Heath. But as I get older, I shared with Heath that the specifics are starting to mesh into each other. I treasure eating breakfast with Heath in the mornings like nothing else, but it is the whole idea, I am losing my memory on specific mornings that I never thought I would forget. Or the more camping trips we take, the more I remember in my mind what camping smells and feels like as a whole vs all of the specifics. It is kind of freaking me out. And I am not even the one turning 30 yet. In talking through this with Heath, I realized that this is probably going to get better, in fact it will probably get much worse. So for one brief moment I vowed to be better at journaling, filling pages and pages and then I started laughing. I have lots of journals with the first 5 pages written them. Who am I fooling? But I did vow that the few journals I do keep up on, to try and just do a little bit more and write down some of these moments I want to savor. Heath pointed out that the blog counts as a journal for us to look back on and trigger those memories that may have gone soft. Good point husband! He is so smart, even in his old age.
Comment below, but as you read this, feel free to remind me/us of a funny moment or time we shared together to help trigger my memory...that way we can remember and smile together over the miles and through the wire.
Prisoner
1 week ago
4 comments:
I remember the time we went camping together, and the unseasoned hikers Adam and I were agreed to something insane, like a 13 mile hike. I don't remember it being too bad until it started pouring within the last few miles (they seemed to drag on for an eternity!). Since it was raining, we decided to go to some bar/restaurant that had a very simple name, which is escaping me where we played a solitaire/speed type card game. We all made fun of Adam (including himself), as he was terrible at it because he thinks too much for that kind of reactionary game. Then we went "Moose Hunting" during a break in the rain. We did actually see one from about a half mile away, though it was gone when we finally got there. Thanks for helping me remember good memories with good friends, Jill!
Since I am your "elder" (ha!) I have been having these memory mushing issues also! And it freaks me out too! We have had sooo many great times over the years of our friendship that it is hard to pick one or two even!
But one in particular that sticks out was the time in Duluth when we went to the house party. So not our thing to do! :) We came walking in with our blinky hats on and got so much attention because of those silly hats! Take that pretty girls who spent hours in front of the mirror getting ready for that party! I loved our times visiting in Duluth!
Two words: Cheese Balls!
I am honestly a little verklempt. Thank you.
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