You know I just had a revelation. I have been concerned that we as a family don't talk about important things as we go about our lives. Of course, as a mom, I give my kids mini lectures all the time about life, things I want them to know. I tell them about when I was their age or memories I have of life as a kid, or memories of my first time driving a car. Just the other day…
Which one are you? The one that slips by unnoticed? The neutral tidbit that gets lodged in my mind forever? Or are you the one that slams into my heart always to be part of me, leaving me wondering why? Wondering how life would have been different without you? Are you the one that I lather, rinse, repeat because I do it over and over and over, for good or for bad? Memories seem to come in three categories: Habits…