Memories

I have a precious memory....like a pearl in an oyster....of the first time I saw my son and the first time I saw my daughter. (So, actually two memories....but cannot choose one over the other). The memory of me crying when I saw my son for the first time because I had become a mother and the memory of me laughing when I saw my daughter for the first time because as the nurse handed her to me she remarked...Your daughter has lips like Angelina Jolie!

I have a bittersweet memory....like dark chocolate....of the day I got married. Because along with the joy at finding the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with was the sorrow at leaving my parents and going off to a place far far away from them.

I have a delicate memory....like the dewdrop on a flower petal....of the day my late father-in-law was diagnosed with cancer. I was pregnant with my daughter at that time and as I got on the phone to talk to him he said....You have to promise you will not worry about me. You have to promise you will stay happy so you can take care of the child you are carrying...Yes, he was a wonderful person....more a friend to me than a father-in-law and it is unfair that he is no longer with us.

I have many such infinite memories....like the stars in the sky....of the day I first landed in the US (where are all the people on the road, I had asked my husband), of the day I got my driver's license (because I had finally conquered my fear of driving), of my very first job interview here in the US (because the person who interviewed me, my ex-boss, has now become a very dear friend), of the first time I sat in an airplane (watching with awe as the plane took off)....many such memories which are my very own treasures.

Signing off depositing new memories every day into my memory bank and this quote by Kevin Arnold

'Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.'