because this is my life.
we keep track of, and remember, important developments.
the graduation. the wedding. the big move. the new job. the births. the deaths.
but what about the small easily-erased moments? what happens to them?
unless we keep a diary (and occasionally re-read it) or relate an anecdote to a friend, these memories are often stored away in that sealed vault-of-forgetfulness. lost forever to our conscious selves. so sometimes i scotch-tape or record them into my daily notebook journal. because this is my life.
the random little jottings and the routine events that may not have seemed all that special then. the average everyday moments.
in 2013 i went through almost 100 boxes before selling our home. and nestled among the obvious treasures - the hard-earned diploma, the bridal bouquet ribbon, the ultrasound photo - were also the beautifully handwritten letters from my mom, the delightfully juvenile drawings by my sons, the fancifully written tales i'd dreamed up as a child. even a few hurriedly scribbled messages to pick up milk or the dry cleaning. they reminded me of precious days gone by, days i could instantly revisit with one glance at these keepsakes. i hung onto them all those years. because this is my life.
amidst the achievements and the adventures, the disappointments and the tragedies. the average everyday moments. this is my life. and this is your life too. do not allow your cherished memories to be locked away.
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