I love this picture! It came in an email from Loopy friend Valerie in Canada, with the subject line: “Future Loopy Ewe Customers”. This is her two daughters and a neighbor friend, all knitting on the front porch. Isn’t it a great photo? I hope these three will have fond memories of summers and knitting when they grow up. (And lots of finished projects to show for it.) Special thanks to Valerie for forwarding the photo and giving permission for me to share it with all of you. 🙂
It’s time for our May blog contest! Since this is Memorial Day Weekend in the U.S., I’ve been thinking about memories a bit. Memories of people now gone, and memories of times past. If you could re-live one day/moment/event over, what would it be? (Well, it doesn’t have to be your ALL time favorite thing – just one thing you’d like to re-live or re-visit.) I would love to re-visit a day with each of my kids when they were about 3 years old. Knowing who they are at this point in their lives, I think it would be fun to go back and re-visit a typical day in their three year old life. (Three years old – that has to be one of the funnest ages in the world. Talking up a storm, personality in abundance, old enough to carry on discussions but young enough to still be hilarious with what they come up with!) I have totally enjoyed each stage/age as our kids have grown up, but I’d love to re-visit “three” with them. What about you? What event or day would you like to re-visit? Leave a comment and I’ll do the random generator thing next Friday (6/1) to pick a winner for the May Loopy Loot. (Edit: oops – I forgot I’d be out of town on June 1st, finding new fun stuff for all of us at the TNNA Market. Watch for the Loopy Loot winner on Monday, the 4th!)
Today’s recipe is one of my favorites from my mother-in-law. We have a big rhubarb plant that was transplanted from her house in Iowa to our house here in St. Louis several years ago. I picked the stalks and made this delicious dessert last week. I imagine you could substitute any fruit in place of the rhubarb, but be sure to adjust the sugar amounts along with it. This dessert has …. um …. a bit of sugar in it. To give you an overabundance of energy for a few minutes counteract some of the tartness of the rhubarb.
Rhubarb Dreams
Blend:
1 cup Flour, 5 Tbl. powdered sugar, 1/2 cup margarine
Press in bottom of 9×9 pan and bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes.
Beat:
2 eggs, 1 1/2 cups sugar, 1/4 cup flour, 1/2 tsp. salt, 2 cups chopped rhubarb
Spoon over crust and bake another 35 minutes at 350 degrees.
You can also double this recipe and make it in a 9 x 13 pan.
Serve with whipped cream or ice cream.
We’re looking forward to a long weekend around here (Monday is a holiday) and you can bet that there will be knitting involved. I need to start my socks for my Sockapalooza Pal and I picked out one of the new colors from Scarlet Fleece for her, as it goes along with her preferred color suggestion. I’m still on a quest to find more knitting time each week. It’s one of my summer goals.
FYI – The vet visit was a regular checkup/yearly shot appointment this week, but Zoe and Casey want to thank all of you who inquired to make sure they were ok.
I’ll fill you in on more yarn news next week. I have two new yarn lines on order that are going to be fun, as well as new patterns and new accessories. And the TNNA – The National NeedleArts Association – Market is next weekend in Ohio, so I’ll be looking for more great lines and ideas that we all “need” need. WH thinks maybe I ought not to go. 🙂
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Reliving… It would be a particular 4th of July right after I graduated from High School. In the town my parents live in it’s a very “small town” 4th of July… streets shut down, games and races etc… go on all day and into the evening. And then a “big” fireworks show. It was a gorgeous day (which is saying something… this is Alaska I’m talking about!) and my friends and I all just had a great time all day long. I remember laying on my friends lawn in the late afternoon just resting in peace with some of my best friends. A good silence you know? I often think about all those friends and their lives now. It would be next to impossible for us all to get together again and that was one of our last times spent all together like that.
I think I’d go back tothe moment my boyfriend and I just got together. When everything was new, exciting and scarey!
I think I want the last day I spent with my daddy back. I like to think we said everything that needed to be said, but I don’t think we did.
My daughter is three. VERY three. I thought you’d like to know that she recognizes your site, and excitedly points out “Look! It’s Loopy Sheep on the pumcuter!”
Oh, I’d give anything to relive a day of my honeymoon. I was four months pregnant (hee!), and we’d left *immediately* after our wedding for a couple weeks at Disney World in Florida. 😀 We drove from northern Illinois to Orlando, and had so much fun getting there! Our time at Disney was WAAAAY beyond fun…the hotel was incredibly nice (one of the park hotels), with a spa & multiple pools & tiny green lizards running around the patio. We could see the fireworks at night from the jacuzzi. We absolutely LOVED the Magic Kingdom…I don’t think there was a single ride that we didn’t do at least once. Epcot was a close second, too…the shopping was so much fun! Animal Kingdom (or whatever it’s called) was brand new at the time, and rather crowded, so we didn’t spend too much time there, but we had such a great time! The drive home was rather leisurely, with a stop in southern Indiana where I was born, and time spent in lovely little towns (with an awesome trip through the Dillinger museum, and the best fried biscuits & baked apple butter known to man…the biscuits weren’t at the museum, though, they were from a restaurant up the street). This was in October, so it was really neat to have the warm weather of Florida, and the gorgeous leaves & cool breezes of Indiana. We were in such a shmoopy bliss state the whole time. We were excited to come home, though, because we had a doctor’s appointment shortly thereafter to determine the gender of our baby. 🙂
Those weeks were the most magical time of my life. I’d give anything to go visit them again. Thanks for the memories, Sheri…it’s good to reflect on such things.
My only regret is that I didn’t yet know how to knit, so 1. I couldn’t knit any cute baby things for my wee ones, and 2. I didn’t stop at every yarn shop from here to Florida. Heh.
I’d relive any moment with my Mom. She was incredible–warm, smart, funny, extrordinarily loving–just totally cool. I was truly blessed in the parent department!
Wow! What a great contest idea. Funny to read about “three” as just today as I watched my own three year old boy wearing his little shorts, his favorite red sweater(knit by me!) his blue Crocs on his feet. He was just glowing with excitement as he rode up and down the driveway on his new bike and proud to be wearing a new helmet! I watched him, aware that I was watching a moment that would someday come back to my mind, so through my tears….I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures…but mostly just stared at him and enjoyed his little boy-ness.
So although that was today..it will be a moment I always treasure.
If I could go back in time….I would be back in Germany with special friends drinking beer with peaches in it and having great conversation.
I can’t choose between the the two memories I have of seeing both my children for the first time.
My daughter was placed in my arms after a 16 hour labor…..4 hours of which were hard pushing. I was so exhausted, I don’t really remember much until the next morning. That was the moment I fell in love for the second time.
I just adopted my son from Vietnam 8 months ago. I remember being in a room with all the other families waiting for the babies to be brought to us. I was so nervous and excited I can barely remember the orphanage nanny handing my son to me. That was the moment I fell in love for the third time.
I would like to go back to the day my son came with dad & grandma to pick me up at the hospital and bring his new little sister home. It is a memory that stays with me so clearly. I left him at home on my way to deliver as my wonderful little baby boy. Two days later when he toddled in at 2 1/2 yrs old to pick me up, he looked like a grown up boy. The mind does strange things when adjusting to motherhood and combating guilt.
Ah, I was just thinking about this the other day. My youngest just turned 6 and I was thinking how nice it would be to have my older girl (who’s 13 now and not always so sweet) back to sweet 6! And how it would be to have the days I met them all over again, but then I realized that these memories are close to me and I knew how precious they were as they were happening, so there’s really no need to repeat them. And meeting my husband, again, a memory clear as a bell, the whole wonderful feeling of new love.
So if I were to get that gift of “going back” it would be to spend some more moments with my father. He died when I was 21 and he was 47, the age I am now, and it seems so, so, so much younger to me these days. I feel I never had an “adult” conversation with him, never got the benefit of what he’d learned. But I do carry him with me every day now, and know that his parenting lessons are with me every day. But I might spend the time I would have with him just holding him tight.
Reliving with my current memories intact: One college football game where our team may have lost but our band definitely won. 35F, rain, a muddy field that we had to lie on our backs in (yes, we had raincoats), and we got one of the biggest standing ovations it’s ever been my pleasure to have contributed to.
Reliving without my current memories: The weekend when the near-complete set of Lois McMaster Bujold’s books arrived in my mailbox and I devoured the whole pile. (It would’ve been about five or six books at the time.)
I would have to say a very happy moment for me was when my son said his first word to me (at age 5). He was diagnosed with Autism at age 2 1/2 and up until the age of 5, had not uttered a word! He said “bless you” after I sneezed, spontaneously, without any prompting. I couldn’t believe it! He has a bigger vocabulary now, about 100+ words, some days he needs prompting, sometimes not, but every time he says anything at all, I am happy and grateful!
I would love to spend a day with my grandparents! I miss them so much. Whenever I smell Ivory soap, I think of my grandma. She used to give me a bath and use that soap. I watch a lot of baseball with my husband and kids, so I would love to watch a game with my grandpa. I didn’t really like watching baseball on t.v. when I was little, but now I do all the time. It would be fun to share that experience with my grandpa. It has been 20 years since my grandma died and 22 for my grandpa. I can’t believe how much I miss them.
I think if I could relive one day, it would be the day that my mother and I visited Mt. Rushmore. It was a somewhat hazy day and we didn’t think that the carvings would be visible, but after we had waited around for about thirty minutes, the fog broke and you could suddenly see Mt. Rushmore in this frame of trees and rock. I didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have (I was twelve).
If I could relive any day it would be any day I spent with my mom. I moved out of the house and many states away right after I turned 19. I don’t get to see her often, a week a year if I’m lucky. I miss her like hell every day.
Wow, hard to pick a day, especially with all the great memories I already have from my boys (who just turned 5) and my definitely different childhood on 2 continents, but my mind immediately flew to a third continent, to a small set of islands in the Andaman Sea south of Thailand. Before we were married, my DH spent a year removing land mines in Cambodia and we had the chance to meet up and vacation in southern Thailand. One of our stops was a week’s sojourn on these tiny specks of land, onetime reefs thrust up into the air as fabulous limestone cliffs with sweeping white beaches at their feet. The largest island is barely half a mile wide and while by day it was overrun by trippers from the mainland, the evenings were quiet, long and lazy, mostly spent eating the seafood that was caught fresh daily. We snorkeled in clear waters teeming with fish and coral, visited a secret cove nearly completely enclosed by towering cliffs, saw swallows’ nests being harvested for bird’s-nest soup, drank from coconuts just chopped out of the tree, and had a hotel room that was our own private cabana on the beach. That was over 13 years ago and I still feel lucky to have been there.
You know what I would do over again? I would go back to when I was younger sitting in front of my great-grandpas chair and record his stories of growing up not just listen to them. I used to love his stories and now that he is gone I can’t hear them anymore.
In a very “Our Town” kind of way, I’d like to go back and relive a normal day with my Grandma Faye and Aunt Alane. Both are gone and I miss them so. My grandma kept a little farm here in the suburban jungle – she had geese, ducks, chickens, rabbits, a big garden and fruit trees. I would choose a summer day, we’d all be in the garden, playing with the dirt and tomato plants or watching the ducks play in the sprinklers. I didn’t know how special those times were and I sure do appreciate them now.
I have two small boys – one is 4 1/2 and the other 2 1/2. It is hard to see them grow!
Thanks for the contest – I had fun remembering those days!
I’m emailing mine to you now. It’s too long for a comment.
Because…*ahem*….you know how much I just *looove* to be brief.
🙂
I thought I could pick just 1 day, but I can’t. I’d like to have another day with my grandmother who has been gone for 20 years, I’d like her to meet my children – she would love them so much. I’d like to re-live an early summer day at college, I can still remember the smell of it-freedom!
My DH and I traipsing around any european city will
always be a favorite memory for me, it was always
such an adventure to go. No matter what the financial
situation was, we tried to go every year. This past
year we decided that it was the last since it’s now so
expensive.
I will always have the memories of my funny mister
dealing with driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road,
crazy roundabouts, roads that were too narrow,
etc all the while he had the best attitude about it.
I could not choose my favorite, but it boils down
to these places: Dingle (Ireland) Bath, a number of
Welsh citites, Edinburgh, Venice, Florence and Paris.
Everything was so beautiful I could not believe my
eyes.
There are so many favorite days that it’s so difficult to narrow it down to just one. I’m sure everyone thinks that though. I would probably like to go back to the day when I was 14 or 15 years old and had the entire day to sit and visit with my great-grandmother. She was an absolutely amazing woman and it would be fun to talk to her again knowing what I know now. What a fun fantasy!
I have two times I would live over and over again. First is the time I spent with my grandpa. I would spend the summer with my grandparents and my grandpa showed me all about horses. He would take me out to ride, and we would play hide and seek on the horses in the pasture. I was about 5 or 6, and I could never find him, and I would look and look, and about the time I was start to get up set and ready to cry, here he would pop up over a hill, or some place that I looked. He never let me cry. He also had a blue healer dog named hank that loved to chase the birds off the fence. It was so funny to watch him try to catch the birds as they flew away.
Grandpa has been dead for 20 years now, but I think of that time a lot.
2nd. Is standing on the peir on the Naval base waiting for my husband to come home. The proudest I have been is seen that ship he was on come over the horizon with the faint dots of white around the deck edge. As they got close to the peir I could see it what the men and women that served on that ship lined up around the deck edge in their dress whites. I knew my hubby was there some place, but there were so many of them I couldn’t pick him out from the ground (they where 200 feet above us) After waiting what seemed like forever they started letting them off the ship. And I was sallowd by a crowed of familes looking for their sailor, and I was trying to look for hubby and watch after the kids, and then there he was in front of me. He was skinny from months on a ship, and I was so happy to see him. I had a baby while he was away, and he got to meet his son for the first time on that peir, and our son got to see his daddy who is my hero.
this time of year is kinda hard for me, because i lost my grandma on may 2nd, and my dad on june 4th in 2001. there are two days i’d relive: the last day i saw my dad alive and well (he had a stroke on may 22nd, and passed away 12 days later), and the last day i saw my grandmother (she lived in wyoming, and i’m in nebraska, so it was often hard to get out there to see her, with 4 kids and no money). it’s been 6 years, and i miss both of them terribly.
I’d love to relive my wedding day. My grandparents were alive, and came from Germany to celebrate with us. My inlaws were both alive and well, as were most of both our families. We were fortunate to have wonderful supportive family and friends with us and it was a really fun party. To be with everyone who is now gone, nd to have such a beautiful ceremony and fun party…wow!
I would love to re-visit a trip we took 15 years ago to Hawaii when the kids were 3,5 and 7. We were living in Japan at the time and met my husband’s parents there and just had the most incredible trip. I sometimes miss the kids at those younger ages… and I definitely miss my MIL, who passed away over 10 years ago.
The one day I would love to relive is that first day out of the hospital after my second transplant. It was overcast but everything was in full bloom (it was April 13 2001) and it was like seeing out of different eyes. I feel I was reborn that day.
I would relive any summer’s day at camp with my gram and pa. They are both gone now but I loved just being at the camp on the lake with them when I was a teenager.
I would love to relive the great road trip I took in 2005. My friend and I drove from Chicago out to Yellowstone and back and it was so awesome. Such a good time. I would love to do it again! 🙂
See – I am torn between the day I met the boy and the day we saw eachother again after being apart for the next 8 months. We met at a convention and both fell hard. We spent one GREAT day together, then spent the following months getting to know each other over the phone, through email and IM. My step-dad was ill at the time and declining (he died this past December) and the boy was fantastic through it all. I think it would have to be the moment we were reunited though. I flew into the St Louis airport – he was working in STL for the week – and had a couple hours of waiting for him to get off work and slog through traffic to pick me up. I was waiting outside for him when my phone rang. He said he thought he missed me, but I was tucked away, he hadn’t. He was right in front of me. He got out of the car, I wheeled my suitcase over to the curb. He wrapped his arms around me, me standing on the curb, him on the street level, and he held me for what seemed like hours. It was amazing to just be there with him. When we got in the car he kept staring at me. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, he was just amazed that I was there and how beautiful I am. An hour later we shared our first kiss. We haven’t looked back and I am moving out there to be with him this summer.
Well, I would like to relive having my three children again, but what I really would
like to remember is when I was a little girl, we use to go to our Aunt’s and Uncle’s
house a lot and have family dinners and bar-b-ques. I use to love to go to my
Uncle Freddie’s house and play with my two cousins Jimmy and Johnny. They
came here from Alaska with my Aunt Toni and she married my uncle Freddie.
Their stories were wonderful and we just played and ate. We were young and
innocent and had no idea of the world struggles and no stress and no idea that
there were “bad” things going on in other places. They are all gone now and I
miss them terribly.I was very lucky to have had a good childhood. Also I am ill and my mom is 98 and is in a nursing home with
multiple myleoma. I would like to have one more day when we were well and would
just have a good time going shopping and out to lunch. I have a lot of good
memories (too many to write down in this little box). That’s one advantage of
getting old.
It’s so hard to pick just one. Perhaps the day I met my husband? Or the day we married because I really didn’t think that day would ever happen for me? Or all the time I have spent with mother whether drinking coffee at the kitchen table or sipping wine on the back deck? Or my dear grandmother who let us share her home for 12 years?
One of my favorite memories is the first day of our honeymoon when we arrived at the Alabama shoreline. My husband had never seen the Gulf or any ocean. We walked the beach hand in hand and he marvelled over the hermit crabs. If he had his way, we would have come home with an aquarium filled to the brim. He didn’t exactly want the crabs but he wanted their shells since they happed to have the best shells on the beach.
I think it would be any day that was a Mom and Me day. When is was in middle school, out of the blue on a Friday, Mom would stop in just before lunch and pull me out for the rest of the day.
We’d go to lunch at somewhere really fancy, like Bennigans and then either go to the mall for window shopping or maybe to the Lincoln Park Zoo or the Museum of Science and Industry. We’d always go into the city (Chicago) and spend the day and into the evening. It was always fun.
If it was the Mall we would try on hats at every store. If it was the zoo we would feed every animal that had food for sale. At the Museum we would always go down into the Coal Mine and I can still remember jumping every time the elevator hit bottom.
In the early evening we would end up at some smoky bar, having bar snacks. (this alone dates me)
I remember one memorable evening at the bar in the basement of one of the corncob buildings in Chicago where I belted out show tunes with the piano player for a while. It was magical and I was 11 years old.
I would relive any of those days with Mom and me being girls, having fun and just freely enjoying life!
My dad had 5 brothers and for the holidays we would all get together with Grandma and Grandpa. My grandma died of breast cancer when I was 12 so I would like to go back to any holiday before she died and enjoy the interaction between her and her grandchildren. When we were all together there were 32 of us. It was loud, lots of laughter and tons of great food.
We still try to get together once a year at the Iowa State Fair and now there are over 75 of us but Grandma and Grandpa are gone and some of the cousins live too far to come but it is still lots of laughter and great food.
A family trip to California – DS had jus turned 3, DD was 5, and due to DH’s extended business in CA, he had a little apartment in Cupertino. We were flown down by his company, and spent Easter there. The kids weren’t sure if the Easter bunny would find them in a different country, but he did, complete with the usual egg hunt and everything. It is probably one of the best moments in my life :).
So many grand memories floating around in my head…but the one I would love to relive is just about day with my Mama and Papa (maternal grandparents). I grew up the only child of an only child and I spent A LOT of time with them- weekends at their house, that sort of thing. Mama taught me how to knit when I was 6 and the first thing that I knit was a scarf for Papa.
When I was 12, my folks separated and Mom moved in with them for awhile. I, being on the cusp of “teenager-hood”, wasn’t the nicest person. It didn’t help that my world had just crashed around me. I’m afraid that I didn’t always treat them as I should- the day that I made Mama cry for something I said just about broke my heart. I wish I could have a “do-over” because of my stupidity. Things got better as I got older but I didn’t have enough time after those years to recapture what we had when I was littler.
Mama passed away in 1994 after a battle with ovarian cancer and not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. While home from college for her funeral, I picked up my needles for the first time in ages and knit my first pair of mittens. It made me feel close to her. Everytime I have my needles in my hand, I feel close to her and I just wish we could be knitting together again.
On a happier note, I am still lucky enough to have Papa around. He comes to visit me a couple of times a year (I live near and work for Walt Disney World- that lures him down here!) and we hang out in the parks and have an awesome time together. My mom’s friend thinks its hilarious that her father visits her 30-something year old daughter just to hang out! At 83, I can see him slowing down but he’s still my Papa! This summer, he and my folks (who reunited after being separated for 12 years…but that’s another story!) are moving down to Orlando from Connecticut permanently. We are all brimming with excitement! I look forward to making tons of new memories in our adopted state.
Hi Sheri!
The one period of time I would like to relive most is the time growing up that I spent in Europe. My father’s company contracts for the military, and when I was 11, we were tranferred to Stuttgart, Germany for 4 years. Of course, at the time, I hated the idea and didn’t want to go. I felt the same way when it was time to come back. The interesting thing about my memories of that time is that I was old enough to form lasting memories of the places I saw, but not quite old enough to really appreciate where I was and what I was experiencing. I can look back on that time now and appreciate, but it’s been almost 15 years since then and the memories fade a bit. I would love nothing more than to relive those experiences again with a (sort of) grown-up’s viewpoint.
My memory would have to be our magical day on a family trip 3 summers ago at Stone Mountain Georgia. We had never been before and it was a joy to all discover together as a family…hubby and then 8 year old son. We took the tram to the top of the mountain and it was a picture postcard clear day…and then we hiked all the way down. We are actually contemplating going again this summer but are hesitant as we don’t want to mar the perfect memory.
Seeing how it’s Memorial Day, I would love to revisit any day with my Dad. He was a WWII vet and he’s been gone for 12 years now. Just to hear his voice again and to hear him laugh would be a great pleasure.
A day that I’d like to re-live, is actually one from not so long ago; we moved about a year ago, and a week or 2 later it was my birthday. (mid June). We had just gotten rid of the big messes and gotten organized a bit; the boxes that were still packed held non-essential stuff and were out of sight. Everything was freshly painted, the furniture was all new (needed due to living in a moldy house before), it was a summery day. We didn’t expect any visitors; in the morning we went out and bought cake and went to a local deli-store to get some french cheeses, nuts, wine.. you know, the things your hips like ;). We spent an absolutely blissful day lounging around, being together, enjoying some good food, enjoying our wonderful new home and each other.
Ah, to think that this year on my birthday we may or may not be just the two of us together anymore, for all we know we could be in the middle of a diaper change… or even still in the hospital! (I’m due 6 days after my birthday).
October 2001 (I don’t remember the actual day). My husband was in the U.S. Navy then. In April 2001 he deployed for six months. I was home with our three year old and 3 month old. It was a very hard time in my life (although sometimes it was nice not having to answer to a husband). That was the year of September 11th. After that, we didn’t know when they would come home. Many rumors swirled around, the most known one being they would be extended for 6 more months. We were lucky. They came home exactly when they were supposed to. (So lucky, one month later all deployments were lengthened).
The day he came home…There we were on the pier. Me with my now 4 year old son and 9 month old daughter. When Daddy stepped off that ship, my son bolted for him yelling “daddy, daddy!” I was right behind him with the daughter he barely knew. We hugged, we kissed, my daughter cried 🙂 The relief I felt having him home is something I could never explain. All the fears and worries washed away.
I don’t think about that day too often. But when I read your post, it was the first thing to came to my mind. Sometimes I forget the love that is always there, through all the hard times we endure. That memory, the feelings I felt that day…I would relive it forever.
Now excuse me….I need to go get a tissue 🙂 Thanks for asking this Sheri. Today of all days is one where I really need to remember those good times 🙂
I don’t think that I would want to re-live any days of my life over again. I love that the memories that I have of the most special days of my life – like spending time with my grandmother just before she died, special days with my family growing up, the day I met my husband, the day I found out I was pregnant, my wedding day, etc. – are so amazingly special to me. I almost feel as though I would wreck or change those important memories if I were to re-live the day. Almost as though they wouldn’t be as special any more if I did get the chance to do it all over again.
I really liked reading everyone else’s stories though – so touching!!
A day to relive….I don’t know but maybe one of the fun and simple first dates my husband and I had. It was a fun and exciting time. Being teenagers together even though we were both older than our years. It was always a good time to sit in a car and eat pizza and laugh. Good times…
Tess
If I could go back in time I would pay closer attention during all those summers I spent with my Nanny. She was always knitting and cooking but I was to young to appreciate all she had to teach me. That is one of my few regrets in life.
I don’t know that I would want to completely re-live anything, but it would be wonderful to be able to take my children back in time with me to meet and know my grandmother. Her strength and grace would be such good things for my children to know, and I would dearly love for her to have a chance to meet my daughter who is named for her.
I would like to relive a day with my dad, especially when he was holding my then 7-week old oldest son, telling us that he wanted to be around to teach my children to fish, play golf, and other cool things. (This was just after he was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer. He passed away about 3 months later.) He was such a good man! Or, I would like to relive a day with my mom, before she passed away, when my middle son was about 2 years old. I really miss both of my parents. It’s a shame that neither of them lived to even know that I would have a third son.
I hope everyone enjoys the long weekend, and will pause to remember our veterans, et al. On Monday morning, my youngest son will be high-step marching with his high school band in the parade and playing a concert with them afterwards in the bandshell in the park. My husband and middle son will be in the parade with the Boy Scouts. I am planning to take a camp chair & hopefully get some knitting done, while I’m waiting for the parade to begin & finish. 🙂 The great news is that we should have good weather, especially not too hot, unlike last year, when it was way too hot for the bands in their heavy wool uniforms.
I would relive the day I met my husband. Why? Well, I don’t remeber the exact day or what happened. We went to high school together in a class of less than 200, so I know that I met him sometime in the beginning of my freshman year. I would have been about 14. Maybe in the school cafeteria? I love that we have so much history together, but it is funny that I just always remember knowing him. No specific moment to look back on.
I would love to re-live the one happy memory I have of my sisters and I. My Mom left us when I was about 5 years old and from that day on life was miserable (to say the least). But I will never forget the one day that my sisters and I were playing outside in our yard. We had beautiful red flowers that we would put in our hair. I remember running around chasing each other and laughing. It has now been almost 20 years since I last saw my sisters. I miss them and I wish I could be with them one more time.
I don’t have any specific day. My best friend of 40 years died a couple years ago so ANY day with her would be wonderful to re-live.
Can I pick two – one for each child? Sure I can. Who’s going to stop me?
First Michael, my eldest. I would relive the wonderful afternoon his senior year in High School when I was priveleged to sit in the audience, listening to him solo in The Glass Bead Game, a concerto for French Horn and orchestra, with the New World Youth Chamber Orchestra. Couldn’t stop crying. My heart has never before or ever since been so bursting with incredible pride and joy.
Second is Nick, my baby (Baby turns twenty on Wednesday. Baby is a relative thing.) This moment is the exact opposite of the very public and busy nature of the first. The night he was born in the wee hours of the morning, the hospital was so quiet, they dimmed the lights, and gave my husband and I a private hour with Nicholas. It was so peaceful and still, yet filled with the wonder and joy of this beautiful new soul. I often replay this moment when Nick and I are struggling, as often happens in the teen / young adult years.
Both moments hold such pure, unadulterated joy that I can relive them any time I want just by closing my eyes and falling back into the rhythms of simpler days. Aren’t we lucky to be able to have and to hold close such memories, of times when our hearts overflowed and our world filled with the glory of love brought down to earth?
Blessings today and always. Go hug your kids.
It’s so hard to choose! And everyone has such interesting ones. I can think of three right away. I think I’d like to relive the days that each of my two daughters were born. It went so quickly, and yet there were so many good moments in those days, that it would be amazing to get to see it again. I’d also love to revisit the day that my husband and I hiked to the top of Mt. Snowdon. It’s not tremendously hard (only about 3,000 feet vertical), but it was sleeting, and it was beautiful, and I was very proud of myself for making it up there. I’d like to take an extra minute to really savour the achievement! I guess it’s good to remember to take those moments when they come, because you really can’t go back and do it again 🙂 Thanks for thinking of this question!