One of my favorite blogs posted a video the other day that has had me thinking. Here’s the video:
First of all, the setting in Chicago alone makes me melancholy. I could never live full time in Chicago. But I still think of it as “home”. I’m not one of those who has one single place that is THE home. Here is home. Chicago is home. The town I grew up in is home. The town I went to school in is home. Each in a different way. And I think this video maybe led me to the reason – they each hold dear memories for me.
So what is your most wonderful memory? I’m afraid I just couldn’t come up with one single memory. So please, bear with me…
My Aunt Rose & Uncle Chub’s house in Rolling Meadows (and the ever present Jelly Bellys). This is my brother and I skating on the pond just across the street from their house. I apparently have not scanned a better photo yet.
Christmas at Grandma’s every year. And especially the year Karen and I were snowed in there. (I’m front right in this photo. In case you couldn’t tell. My brother is the cool kid rockin’ the blue denim suit.)
Swimming at Uncle Martin & Aunt Marge’s. Who can see the green roof first?!
Is that a Crown on Your Head (Or have you been eating imperial margarine again), Improv, 47th Street. (These were summer acting groups I was a part of. So glad I could reconnect with these friends via FB! Hi, Amy! Hi, Eric! Hi, Jason!)
Summer nights at the ball field..no photos. (What? This was before the digital age!)
Putting my kids to bed – when they most want to snuggle. No photos….yet.
And so many more…It seems my favorite memories are those that bring me closer to my friends and family.
While that video has me looking back mostly, it also has me looking forward, to the memories I know are to come. Growing old with my hubby. Watching our kids grow. The trips we’ll take. The adventures, big and small. The everyday traditions that I know I’ll look back on and smile about.
So how about you? What’s your favorite memory?