The opportunity to remember has presented itself several times in the last two weeks.
First, on a cold Saturday afternoon, I showed my girls their baby pictures. We laughed and told stories about when they were little. They were so intrigued by the chance to hear about themselves as babies and where we were living and what our house was like then and so on. I was reminded that as crazy as our lives seem now, there was nothing harder than two babies under the age of two.
Then, as I was supposed to be cleaning the house for Thanksgiving guests, the girls dug out an OLD video tape of my high school drill team. They begged to watch it and watched two seasons worth of football games and pep rallies. They would pick me out of the line in every shot and say funny things like, "Mommy! You could really dance then!" Ha!!!
When that was over, they wanted to watch our wedding video. LOL! So, we pulled it out too. They oohed and awwhhed at the dress and flowers and begged me to fast forward through all the long talking. They loved watching us kiss and our first dance. They kept saying, "You look so young, Mommy! Daddy looks like a teenager." So funny! They especially watched my sisters as our flower girls because they will be flower girls in just a few weeks.
On Thanksgiving, we sat around a table with extended family and told stories. I expected the kids to get bored quickly and head off to playtime. Instead, my oldest sat on my lap and listened to stories about all of us growing up-from my dad's childhood to mine. As I put her to bed that night, she said, "Mommy. God has always been part of our family, right?"
How sweet and tender that question is! Yes, baby. God has always been a part of our family, even when we didn't know it. That's worth a trip down memory lane.
