Joining in at Lisa Jo Baker’s blog again for Five Minute Friday. Today’s word is Cherished. Here’s my five minutes:
Like pages in a book that make up the story of me, I have some memories that are cherished. They tell the story of how I became me. When pieced together, they make a tale of joy and tragedy and lessons learned.
There are memories of a crying pink baby being handed to me. A mixture of a sob and a laugh comes out, as I look down and say, “Hi.” And the crying stops and the wonder and awe at a miracle begins.
There are memories of butterflies in my gut as I tried to tell myself I was just having a good time. This was not serious. But even in the midst of it, I knew I had found the love of my life. Memories of the moment I first knew I loved him.
Memories of the fear and the sorrow and the anger of a million efforts to try to help, and a million rejections. Memories of a call from a police officer with the news of a car accident. Memories of a bloodied shirt and a frail mother in the back of a car.
It is not just the moments of happiness that are cherished. Because without those memories of tragedy, it would not be the whole story. My book would simply be a scattered recollection of times. Instead, these cherished memories tell the story of me.