Memories are a funny thing, don't you think? They make you laugh, make you smile and they have a way of sneaking up on you and biting you on the butt when you least expect it. Memories are God's little gift from the past.
I remember seeing my husband for the first time across a crowded resturant in LA.
I remember my parents taking us to "see the lights" in OKC when my brother came home for the first time in years.
I remember the fear of going to a new school.
I remember the overwhelming joy when Dustin handed our daughter to me for the first time.
I remember getting balloons at school from Daddy on Valentine's Day.
I remember watching Pee Wee Herman on Saturday mornings.
I remember the tears streaming down my face as I sat in an empty house in Piedmont the day we left.
I remember the rush of my first kiss.
I remember the peace of knowing I found the man to spend the rest of my life with.
I remember the family of little girls we helped get clean and dressed for the Christmas Program when I was a freshman in HS.
It is truly funny what you remember. You never know what moment in your life, or what action you do to impact someone else's life is going to make a difference. Some of these memories are simply that, memories. Others altered the way I live my life.
Today I enjoy remembering Daddy. His life, the gifts he shared with countless others, the impact he made as a father to four kids. It is also amazing what you DON'T remember. Thankfully I don't remember every little detail about his illness. I remember bits and pieces. Some of them are even funny. On this, his 10th Angel Wing Day, I'm not going to think about the sad times, but the happy memories that God has blessed me with.