Sunday was a beautiful day. Finally the sun has emerged - it got up to 95 degrees! We had a somewhat impromptu barbecue at our house with family and friends. The food and the company were wonderful. We all jumped into the pool and generally had a fantastic time.
In the middle of all the excitement, I was sitting poolside, watching my family. My boyfriend was horsing around in the water with my nephew, and my niece was at the edge of the pool with a camera, trying to capture the hilarity. My first instinct was, "I wish I had a camera too, so I could immortalize these precious memories - then I wouldn't have to worry about forgetting them in a few years." I felt a twinge of sadness thinking about life's little moments being lost as time flows on and our minds disremember the small, beautiful things that we experience.
A few moments later, however, I realized something else - in the long run, it doesn't matter whether or not we remember these things, as long as we enjoyed them to the fullest as they happen. This was an especially poignant revelation for me, I felt... I have a rather terrible memory, and I tend to stress that I am going to forget something important when it's needed most. And so on that day I gave a mental sigh of relief and simply cherished the moments unfolding before me.
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