Notes written in class and passed in the hallways to my friends,
all kept in a priceless homemade memory box from a good friend
Yearbooks! I have yet to leaf through these.
My now 10-year-old doggy as a 1-year-old pup
A matching mother-daughter picture. Love this so much!
Of course a good amount of things had to be tossed...
(yes, I used to cross-stitch. maybe I'll show you some of my lovely finished projects another time)
But there are some things I would never, ever, ever throw away.
Like this decorative rack, hand-painted by my grandmother for my nursery.
She passed away when I was 5, and I love that I have this keepsake from her.
It makes me want to name my daughter Laura just so I can put it up in her nursery.
Things like this make me cherish the memories that made me who I am today. They make me thankful for the full life that I have lived, all due to my parents, siblings, friends, and experiences that influenced me so much. These things also make me thankful for where I am today. One day I will look back on my 20s, fondly I hope, and think of these times as "the past." What will I remember? What will I not remember? I'm realizing that what I do every day is me adding pages to my story. So every day really counts. Because pages add up to chapters, and chapters compile the book. I hope one day I'm proud of the way I'm living right now. Mostly, I hope I remember. At least the good things anyway.