In the sweetest little boy voice he says “heavens to betsies“. I do not recall the context but it makes me smile each time he says it. Interestingly enough he’s used this phrase several times but I have no idea where he picked it up. His big sister’s favourite right now is “that’s so weird” when something seems off or mystifying.
It seems like a thousand years ago when the little blond girl on the campground trail looked up and said “Look Mommy, the moon is half grown”. About the same era the eldest, in all seriousness, stated “those were the best mashed potatoes ever, you should get the recipe” to my plate of hospital food. The full story for the context of my septic shock can be read within the Cautionary Tale. It’s amazing I remember him saying that as portions of that time are so vague due to illness. Guess I was on the mend by then.
But back to the subject at hand. Memories and the precious little ones in our life. My smart cousin, featured in the tale above, has written down cute sayings from her grandchildren. One is now a university football coach and the other, hopefully, on his way to being a pro footballer. But she’s tucked those sweet thoughts away to reexamine on occasion.
I’ve used the tag memories a total of 59 times! I think, if memory serves me correct, that the post that stands out in my mind is the the pixel of time. Where really the little things are the big things and one remembers the joy, energy and connection of those they love (or like a lot). For us a few days ago it was a post supper prairie walk that was the icing on the cake. Their little savings the gravy on top that I should write down to record for both them and myself. Like their height chart on the wall at Auntie’s these words mark their personalities.
I suspect I will not improve about finding pen and paper and things will flit in and out of the attic memory storage banks randomly. But, even without the words, those feelings of love and joy will never fade. Their youthfulness and questioning nature’s give me hope for their future.